Swan - Ghostemane

Don’t go to clubs and I damn sure stay low-key

Still them little jitterbugs wanna start shit with a kreep like me

This the type of shit that you bump when a mothafucka wanna fix that fade

Bitch I’m on a gallon of Henny see if I really give a fuck if I die today

Bitch ass

Hoe ass

Runnin' at the mouth ass fake wannabes I see

You know I really try to stay cool

Sometimes Buddha can’t save me

Stuck with the fucked up brain with so many voices talkin' I can never sleep

Soon as I shut my eyes all I can see is a start of a darkenin' dream

Tropical depressions hittin' me again and I don’t know

Which of the voices all up in my brain, is tellin' me the right way to go

Hoe, you speakin' bout Satan, but I can see you know not what you’re sayin'

My eyes roll to the back of my mind

All I see is tainted

Ridin' on '95

Junt to the brain I fly

One cloud in the sky

Wonderful day to die

Trippin' on shroomz I’m fine

Everything straight don’t mind

Negativity go bye

Let’s see how long I can try

Take a trip the plane go Ghoste

This time I am not alone

I see some others that know

Buddha chillin' on a throne

Question everything you know

Religion and even the Pope

Mistaken for Satan the goat

Ignorance ain’t no joke

Tropical depressions hittin' me again and I don’t know

Which of the voices all up in my brain, is tellin' me the right way to go

Hoe, you speakin' bout Satan, but I can see you know not what you’re sayin'

My eyes roll to the back of my mind

All I see is tainted