PROXY Lyrics – Ghostemane

PROXY Lyrics by Ghostemane

I could be the poster boy for sh#t #ss luck
I couldn’t tell you how many times, I been lit off this
The ground all around me, I don’t know how they found me
But this sh#t don’t stop, if there’s a god then he popped

A laxative and he sitting over my head again
Even if I died I bet that sh#t would land on my next of kin
But I’m the Ghoste of the underground, takin no sh#t
Even if that’s god himself, he betta be ready fo a lick

Don’t even try to comprehend the sh#t that I say
Silent is the way I stay, violent is the way I play
But I been tryin to change, but when a m#th*rf#ck*r test me
Like S A T then I S S A T

And I don’t know why the f#ck I’m spellin it out
Cause most of you too dumb to read
See I have a lot of fun, everything going good
Got a drank, not a thang in the bank

But I don’t need a thang if I gotta bad chick
And a little bit of cash in my name
But that’s the way I been living
The way I been thinking, it’s f#cking me up

But I don’t give a sh#t, I could die tomorrow
I might as well self destruct
You might not understand all of the sh#t in my mind
I’m the Ghoste of the underground, listen to this rhyme

You might not understand all of the sh#t in my mind
I’m the Ghoste of the underground, listen to this rhyme
You might not understand all of the sh#t in my mind
I’m the Ghoste of the underground, listen to this rhyme

You might not understand all of the sh#t in my mind
I’m the Ghoste of the underground, listen to this rhyme
If all of my dreams came true, you would be no more
And I’d be sitting on the block, chilling on death row

Doin’ the same sh#t, that I’m doing now, that’s word
Countin’ down the days, until I leave my body on earth
A little birdie told me about this chick I know
How she was dreaming ’bout my hands, gripping her throat

But it ain’t no thang, ’cause most chicks just can’t hang
They talk a whole lotta game, but don’t know how to play
Call me a f#ckup, cause I think that is my calling in life
Take a good thang, grind it up, put it in a pipe

Flick a bic, watch it light, blow it out in the strife
And see it fade away, never no more, thank you to pride
You might not understand all of the sh#t in my mind
I’m the Ghoste of the underground, listen to this rhyme

You might not understand all of the sh#t in my mind
I’m the Ghoste of the underground, listen to this rhyme
You might not understand all of the sh#t in my mind
I’m the Ghoste of the underground, listen to this rhyme

You might not understand all of the sh#t in my mind
I’m the Ghoste of the underground, listen to this rhyme
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Ghostemane Lyrics – PROXY

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PROXY