[00:00.00] 作词 : Montrell Haymon[00:01.00] 作曲 : Montrell Haymon[00:38.87]I’m seeing ghosts[00:39.91]I talk to the paranormal, i'm a host[00:42.04]Mami in Ferragamo and she cultured[00:44.45]Moldin her pheromones like I could Coach her[00:46.91]C-c-c-cold i'm freeze, Burr[00:49.12]Smoking on golden leaves[00:51.04]I’m too lit, woe is me[00:53.37]On a ship overseas[00:56.41]And i'm doing yoga. i'm a young yoda[00:58.70]i had the force since i was a jit[01:01.04]I keep my lane closed. and keep my composure[01:03.45]**** with your nose you not in the clique[01:05.83]Nü Age a cosmic quartet from abyss[01:08.16]Me I been clocking more sex with my chick[01:10.54]Kinda obvi, my obsessions are clear[01:12.91]I look at myself see no reflections in mirrors[01:15.33]i'm dead.[01:16.00]Now i'm on top with the clique[01:18.29]We might go shopping at Fifths[01:20.70]Juun.j, and Muji, and ILU up on me, Balenciagas for the kicks[01:25.37]I made it so that only my death make this shit end. i gotta make ends meet[01:30.25]All my writing mad surreal but i never pretend. so my psyche distinct[01:35.33]Uber Driver in the front[01:37.33]Taxi Ghost to my right[01:39.70]We left airport and caught that Uber pool around 10:33 at night[01:44.04]Felt like the acid kicked in overdrive[01:46.29]She morphed into water right before my eyes[01:48.58]I eel in love the terror, the sight[01:50.79]But i know my anxiety will never be fine[01:53.37]**** it