(ghost)

i’m a ghost
but i got bones
(barely)
i get suicidal tendencies when i feel alone
(haha)
so i make songs
they ask me if i wanna overdose
(i do)
i said, “oh no”
(what)
i said, “oh no”

i have conversations with the reaper
fucked up on the liquor
(sometimes)
you claim your the devil well motherfucker i’ll show you demon
(what)
your imitation of a god’s depressing, by far deceiving
(sad)
i’m the reason, the reason they say all the stars have a reason
(fuck)
suicidal dreaming, the trumpets thumping the rising king 
shoutout to my clones telling stories since almost every season ago
(hahah, bitch)
take a dose and watch the pistol blow
like i can’t feel no mo
like i can’t see no mo
it seems i’ve lost my soul oh-no
(oh-no, hah)

taking drugs can’t feel my face, i’ve lost my senses
lost my britches
took by bitches
(what) 
bitches trippin’
need a drug to get a vision
(what)
sobered up, i’ve lost my vision
(i did)
woke up in another district
surrounded by too many hoes
(i was) 
i think i had another stroke
my bodies shaking, i feel cold
(cold)
an overdose
her ass was shaking, lord oh no
(haha)
i have to get away to cope
(why)

coke, lean, etcetera
taking an ecstasy 
pressed by an animal
shrooms in the gummy form straight out of Canada
Alabama maybe i don’t remember shit
got a safari of ghosts will diminish yuh
end up erasing yuh
red button warning to people that’s listening 
i want a foreign chick flew out of Tokyo
fuck all these nobodies dancing on stripper poles
(sluts)

your chick wants me
she’s easy
she knows i’m destine
i’m not greedy
the way she’s looking she thinks i’m pleasing
i don’t get it
what you mean
i’ve done it once
but in my dreams
call it in secret following me
but it’s not really what it seems
exactly what it is to be
a succubus got on her knees 
and now i’m cleaning up my sheets
goddamn 

i hate it being seen
i have no room to breath
i’m always sharing energy 
don’t get to close to me
i might turn enemy
i have to look up at the stars
sometimes to see 
the hidden truth behind a god 
and really what is it to be 
Jesus pieces 
Reese’s Pieces 
may your body rest in pieces
all the bodies make up digits 
y’all some midgets
smoke your ashes
talking shit turnt you to rubbish
no running
my words are stunning
666, committing carnage
forever rest like i wanted 
(bitch)

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𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 is an underground American music artist who makes music written and recorded all by one person from his bedroom. 𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 makes music within’ the trap, hip-hop, emo-rap, and horror-core genres alike many other underground music artists. 𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 started writing music in 2020 to help cope with being addicted to depressants. “Music or nothing.” love, 𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙

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