MBNel – Ghosts

MBNel – Ghosts Lyrics

Artist: MBNel
Song: Ghosts

Heavenly father give me strength to see the snakes
Cuz i’ve been giving back to folks who know they ever do is take
I was feeling up in a place just making sure that we ate
All i want is backwoods and cream but they ate that sh#t in my face

Take it for granted, lord that’s something i ain’t understanding
Why does everything i love always turn around, leave me damaged
I can’t stand it, and everytimes i wanna leave this planet
Drug addiction please don’t judge me it’s my way for me to manage

You telling me you love me then come prove it
I’m from a place where showing heart is a weakness you might just lose it
Has your momma ever told you you was useless?
We keep a gun cuz if we don’t we could just die if we don’t use it

And stop saying that i rap, b#tch i do music
And you won’t see the real, you cheap you fall off and start losin’
Get the squares by my circle don’t fit in like in a rubik’s
Been ahead of the d.a.’s, i just let him think that i’m stupid

Livin’ life like a ruthless
Apologizin’ to my daughter mother
I know you sick cuz all the sh#t that i’m involving us in
And i ain’t plan to have my daughter, i forever got her

But if somebody ever play, sh#t comes with repercussions
Hey really bussin’, shooting houses ain’t really a score
And i was taught to wait outside ’til he open a door
And you ain’t really getting bread cuz he touchin’ lil toes

The f#ck i look like ridin’ waves, b#tch i’m drivin’ the boat
We gon’ creep up on him and turn him a ghost
Ashes of hella dead opps, this ain’t za that we smoke
Instagram b#tches fun and games cuz he die cuz of joke

f#ck that back and forth, ask the police ’bout the sh#t that they know
Ghost glock, color peanut butter, why that b#tch jam
Reasons why i’m humble, i wasn’t born onto a rich man
Church days on sundays was catholic not a christian

I had demons talkin’ to me i f#cked up when i listen
This a true story, ain’t no allegories, ain’t no fiction
Yeah i’m skinny but this glock will drop somebody who be liftin’
I had dreams of being rich ’til i woke up a quarter million

Reminiscin’, kill a oppa whoever fit the description (aye)
Red leaves fallin’ from the trees, look like blood drops
Crucify him if i feel threatened cuz i won’t go for it
If he surviving any shots, we making love gone

But if he don’t call up the priest make him a ghost story
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Release Year: 2021