Ghosts

I've been in this fucking mood for days yah

Looking for a pick up

Stumbled on a razor

Heaven knows I'm sick ya

I ain't right, throat tight, cold chills

Fomo for more pills

Fomo for more pills

Can't hide it no more

I'm on the run bitch, I'm wanted

It seeps through my pours

Runs down my forehead, I'm haunted

Drippin' on down

Beyond a shadow of doubt

Feels like I'm stuck in a cloud

Wondering who could save me now, but

Look at me now

Out on the town

I'm getting drunk

Don't give a fuck

Never I did

Never I will

Not on the pill

This cycle is real

Stuck in these feels

Stuck in these feels

I've been on the fucking Moon for days yah

Looking for a pick up

Stumbled on a razor

Heaven knows I'm sick ya

I ain't right, throat tight, cold chills

Fomo for more pills

Fomo for more pills

I've got no one to blame but myself for this bullshit

Moth to the flame

Always the same

I can’t do shit

Trying so long

But the feelings so wrong

I just wanna move on

I just wanna move on, but

I got it bad

Just like my Dad

I want the bag

I want the world

I want it all

Up in the stall

Pumpin' her uhh

Pumpin' her ahh

I gotcha baby

I gotcha baby

I've been in this fucking mood for days yah

Looking for a pick up

Stumbled on a razor

Heaven knows I'm sick ya

I ain't right, throat tight, cold chills

Fomo for more pills

Fomo for more pills

I've been in this fucking mood for days yah

Looking for a pick up

Stumbled on a razor

Heaven knows I'm sick ya

I ain't right, throat tight, cold chills

Fomo for more pills

Fomo for more pills