Ghosts in the fog by TheMoneyMonet Lyrics
[Verse 1: TheMoneyMonet]
Gemstones glistening, amethyst on my piece while I'm riding with the heat/
Fiji water tears, I can't feel a thing/
Feed me and my ears with shit that you ain't
Like in love with me/
Peek a boo in the smoke /
I don't wanna be seen/
Polarized lenses, I don't wanna see/
I don't wanna be/
Mediocre/
Four-four and a 40 oz/
Feeling shit isn't something I been about/
Ghosting through the fog, backwoods in the fall, dirt roads and missed calls, dirt roads and missed calls/
Ghosting through the fog, backwoods in the fall, dirt roads and missed calls, dirt roads and missed/
Ghosting through the fog, backwoods in the fall, ghosting through the fog, backwoods in the fall/
Ghosting through the fog, backwoods in the fall, dirt roads and missed calls, dirt roads and missed calls/
[Verse 2: TheMoneyMonet]
When the whole team dip, car looks like the hidden mist/
Inuyasha swing when I split my spliffs, that boy shaking when we run up in his shit/
From a small town, everybody knows me, me and a-dot got the blades just like Kobe/
Velvet drapes in my home, don't wanna look out, gotta look out for anybody trynna run they mouth/
Gotta underwater house, still drown in the smoke, gotta plug for the drugs, still running out of hope/
Gotta underwater house, still drown in the smoke, gotta plug for the drugs, still running out of hope/
Gemstones glistening, amethyst on my piece while I'm riding with the heat/
Fiji water tears, I can't feel a thing/
Feed me and my ears with shit that you ain't
Like in love with me/
Peek a boo in the smoke /
I don't wanna be seen/
Polarized lenses, I don't wanna see/
I don't wanna be/
Mediocre/
Four-four and a 40 oz/
Feeling shit isn't something I been about/
Ghosting through the fog, backwoods in the fall, dirt roads and missed calls, dirt roads and missed calls/
Ghosting through the fog, backwoods in the fall, dirt roads and missed calls, dirt roads and missed/
Ghosting through the fog, backwoods in the fall, ghosting through the fog, backwoods in the fall/
Ghosting through the fog, backwoods in the fall, dirt roads and missed calls, dirt roads and missed calls/
[Verse 2: TheMoneyMonet]
When the whole team dip, car looks like the hidden mist/
Inuyasha swing when I split my spliffs, that boy shaking when we run up in his shit/
From a small town, everybody knows me, me and a-dot got the blades just like Kobe/
Velvet drapes in my home, don't wanna look out, gotta look out for anybody trynna run they mouth/
Gotta underwater house, still drown in the smoke, gotta plug for the drugs, still running out of hope/
Gotta underwater house, still drown in the smoke, gotta plug for the drugs, still running out of hope/