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Mostly Ghostly

from Dirty Lemon by Lemonyello & Dirty Golden

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I sleep with my door unlocked
So they can find my body if my heart suddenly stops
My ghost is there to greet you when you knock
Feel a cold chill, then I let the blood spill
Got your head spinning like windmill
Quick kill, yo

I should sell anxiety
'Cause I've got a variety
And every time you lie to me
I'm taking notes
On how to make you choke
You think I'm a joke
I don't think you want the smoke
Steady dying slow
Got nowhere to go
But I call this home

Wherever I roam
I'm out in the cold
I feel so alone
But that's how it goes
I don't know
How I got so fucked up in head
Got a mind that's full of dread
Every night I dream of death
And wake up in a different bed

Act of inhumanity
Questioning my sanity
All I see is anarchy
I'm nothing that I want to be

Standing on the precipice
Probably need a therapist
There's got to be more to this
'Cause all I know is...

All my homies run amok
Drink until we spill the cup
Press me 'til I've had enough
But you don't wanna test your luck

Lemonyello think he tough
Dirty Golden cheefin' blunts
He make the beat, I spit the verse
And then I watch him mix it up

Pressure got me slipping up
Police got me tripping some
I break the cuffs, and break their necks
That's how I like to live it up

Don't try
Give all you got, but I
Won't die
I can kill myself on my
Own time
I got nothing left on the
Inside
Say goodbye

Always in the background
Living just to laugh now
Crying in the corner
But I'm joking like the class clown
Sitting by the phone waiting for someone to call
'Cause sometimes I need a voice to help and guide me through it all

I'm fucking beat down
Just another number to delete now
Just another stupid motherfucker in the scene, wow
I take another kick in the face and call it day
I'm scraping for change until I get paid
And purchase a grave

Maybe life's a lie and we've all been sent here to die
'Cause no god up above is gonna tell me otherwise
Constant battle with time
But no reason to try
It's getting harder and harder everyday to feel alive
I can't lie

Guess I'm shit outta luck
Can't emerge from the muck
I'm so sick of feeling stuck
I don't want to give a fuck

Reaper on my back with expired contract
So I lay on my back and let it all fade to black
Like...

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from Dirty Lemon, released March 30, 2021

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