Ghosts by Trill Swag God Lyrics
Depressed stressed can't give my mind a break
Smoking on that loud but my mind isint awake
Im a snake, got a back ache, when is my mind gonna take a break
Earthquake, shatter, the room, the toon, look up at the moon, its twelve past noon, gotta go soon
Life is just one despondency, dark time, dark rhmyes
Is this what ive come to, staring down a well, what will it tell
Ring that bell, clear a room in fraction of the time it takes for thunder to go boom
I am such a mess remembering days of childhood and carefree access
What the heck, triple threat, placing no validity in a pay check
Boy im a wreck, im a mess, no value for education
Half of the time is seems all its about is acclimation, designation
Your employees, their fucked up, and their annoying, get a grip, teach us how to trip
Do when we fall, we can get up when we don’t always have someone to call
Vonversation,incarceration, in mind, locked out from the outside, I am blind
Finally recognizing that many people are unkind, so I’ll bide my time, at least I applied
That’s all she wanted that’s all she got now im on the far side at least I have my pride gottdamn
Empty feelings empty thoughts, reckless memories of dreams once passed
Distorted ideas of a reality not quite grasped, from a time once passed
When everything seemed easy and every question you had was asked
In contrast, to a dark and empty void, few friends to call your own but that can always get destroyed
I’m employed, working full time for this ghost, with absolutely nothing left to boast
Lets have a toast, to this ghost to this ghost to this ghost (trail off)
Smoking on that loud but my mind isint awake
Im a snake, got a back ache, when is my mind gonna take a break
Earthquake, shatter, the room, the toon, look up at the moon, its twelve past noon, gotta go soon
Life is just one despondency, dark time, dark rhmyes
Is this what ive come to, staring down a well, what will it tell
Ring that bell, clear a room in fraction of the time it takes for thunder to go boom
I am such a mess remembering days of childhood and carefree access
What the heck, triple threat, placing no validity in a pay check
Boy im a wreck, im a mess, no value for education
Half of the time is seems all its about is acclimation, designation
Your employees, their fucked up, and their annoying, get a grip, teach us how to trip
Do when we fall, we can get up when we don’t always have someone to call
Vonversation,incarceration, in mind, locked out from the outside, I am blind
Finally recognizing that many people are unkind, so I’ll bide my time, at least I applied
That’s all she wanted that’s all she got now im on the far side at least I have my pride gottdamn
Empty feelings empty thoughts, reckless memories of dreams once passed
Distorted ideas of a reality not quite grasped, from a time once passed
When everything seemed easy and every question you had was asked
In contrast, to a dark and empty void, few friends to call your own but that can always get destroyed
I’m employed, working full time for this ghost, with absolutely nothing left to boast
Lets have a toast, to this ghost to this ghost to this ghost (trail off)