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ghost
Alternative
ghost wurde am 3. Oktober 2025 von thrtien als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtnostalgia
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Veröffentlichungsdatum3. Oktober 2025
Labelthrtien
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM67

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
thrtien
thrtien
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brayden Drouin
Brayden Drouin
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brayden Drouin
Brayden Drouin
Producer

Songtexte

Grind my fucking teeth until my gums bleeding (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Letting off these shots
Until it's looking like my guns breathing (Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah)
I got one reason that's enough for me (Yeah, Yeah)
I don't need 13 (Nah, Nah)
Severed wrists and tourniquets
They left the body on the scene
It's first degree that shit ain't clean
Got some blood up on the leaves (Up on the leaves)
Load the mag and checking for a round
Keanu Reeves (Yeah, Yeah) got got my 45 tucked
Underneath belt I ain't asking for no handouts
Bitch I'll do it by myself
That's independent for the legends
That ain't live past 21 (R.I.P)
Head is severed from the demons
Telling me to take the drugs (Yeah, Yeah)
I been feeling like a failure cuz I'm always fucking up (Fucking up)
Wanna end this shit forever
Think it's time to pull the rug
Yeah my head spinning
Looking through my life like it's a television
Lost my feelings couple years ago
That's disassociation
All my passion all my motivations on the low (On the low)
Talking to my therapist they tell me take it slow
I'm so lost in my own thoughts
That I don't know where I should go (No I don't know)
I see a path way up ahead
Don't wanna walk this shit alone (Nah, Nah)
8255 that's them numbers on my phone (Yeah, Yeah)
Calling up the hotline when the blade is at the bone (Yeah, What?)
Always fucking fantasize about my own death (Own death)
Fight my thoughts alone it's getting hard to hold back (Hold back)
Way too fucking stubborn to admit I need some help (Need some help)
So I slowly kill myself with all these fucking meds
I been looking at the shadows in the corners of my room (In my room)
Way too fucking paranoid I don't know what to do (Know what to do)
Finally shake it off feel like I came up out my tomb (Out my tomb)
Burn myself to ashes you can smell the fucking fumes (Yeah, Yeah
I been driving straight through hell like I'm the ghost rider
Write the fucking lyrics in my head don't need no ghost writer
Feeling like ghost cuz I'm invisible
They see me as a criminal
Smoking this medicinal and snorting all these chemicals
Written by: Brayden Drouin
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