Ghosts (feat. James Chelliah)

I love to lick fire, dance til sunliar

choose to be a spitmouth, spunk

who's on a diet?

fall in love til love corrodes our everything prior

saw out some tricks the fellas concede

mouth off, clap, father the slaughter

spar for your corner

used to be so fed up, fell in line on the border

leak all the notes, like,

"I'm a loaded gun,

I like appearing to go to sleep.

about those old trimmings:

how soon can you kill ghosts?"

can't you see that it's the past that you can't choke?

fight the feeling

fly Ibiza, let it go

cancel interferences rolling round on the merry-go

check on candles I blow out

silence the croak

loosed a couple brain cells trying the most

I tried things, lonely trifling

I stood by folks who only needed sidethings

never could I focus

I mostly slept into the tropest

scrounged a bunch of platitudes

whoever was closest would slowly notice me peering,

self-destroying and bloated

they know the science is fleeting

they know the size, they greedy

greedy, greedy, greedy

I sell them hope like a freebie

we're so caught up in the moment

like all the motion was needy

mmhm

lifelines are type lines

borne out of typecasting

and thin pipelines