Produced by P.K - https://www.youtube.com/user/pkempire1

Lyrics:

something went wrong when i came out the womb
sun wont hit the sky my spirit gone too soon
Smoking down to the bone
Cant pick up calling no phone
Tar fill up my lung
Hitting shit and it stung
Rolling loud dog i run
Can't take a joke aint feeling no puns
I get my inspiration from the real ye just like pun
I try to sleep i see the void im waking up from the drums
The louder the silence the louder depression tears

My life and the sum of living like a bum all anxiety fears
When my momma caught the case down domino it all spreads
When my poppa drifted off a memory n   r  o more tears
When my partner treat me like a son how could i see anymore
any problems, from another block we could handle anything fuck society 
wary of said institutions that wants me in sobriety
Holy ghost aquire me pls
tired of lies and deceit
Ill wear my heart on me sleeve
You gots to know
You gots to know
You gots to know know know know
Know
I'm Low

Shining diamonds around my neck oh
Yeah i gotta keep a patek close
Trust my word i need me a check now
Instead i got these chains 
Im tryna break em with these melodies
Pushing the commandments i could never follow ten of these
I got ton of enemies
Locked up in my brain
Locked up in my brain
How I go insane

Its how my voices talk
And it drains
Feeling like they silencing my name
Drifting out and in the cage

And this is why i cannot be a saint
And this is why i cannot be tamed
Thinking that i cannot be in pain anymore
And im feeling like i couldnt switch the lane
When it pours

open the door
follow the sun
trapped in the floor
stay for once
psyche go
we gone get it done

I just want to make a lot of money for my family
I aint ever seen a lot of money need a grammy
I seen rich on television
But i knew i'd never be the man
When i saw no greatness in the mirror

The fuck am i sposed to do
What the fuck are you really bout
What's your fate
What are you rly bout

I was looking at the top of rap stars
And im thinking imma be what they bout
But recently im in my own cloud
Ye im gone need me some clout
Foreign and bean by default
Young man
Coming at the ceiling
Im a fiend not a man huh
 Seizing my position take me over with a xan ah
Everyday im counting my steps
Im counting my steps
The rope to the echelon next
To forming my bliss
I need some voltage pressed on my chest
A pawn stuck in chess
I need to get this off of my chest
To forming my bliss
Wanted a pistol
I live like a pest, its all for the best
Im on for a month, and im off for the rest
You know
Im tryna make it out the dogpound 
with a lil bitty ass bitch on my dick now
Whats the real shit
Whats some real shit that they been bout
I been on a plane 
ticket take me to the penthouse
Tik tok time go bye bye
You see me go high high
You see we gone ride ride
to the sky till we die die


Real niggas dont they just multiply
Real niggas throw dice, they don't multiply
Huh
Put that lil shit to the side 
I done seen the signs to the business 
crazy how it even got into my time

Skies
Sky feels so great with you right by my side
Oh its OK with you right bt my side
Just dont leave that tune straight thru time

HOLY GHOST

25 years old beatmaker/producer based in Oslo.
For any inquiries send me an E-mail on Officialbiggelr@gmail.com

Lithuanian amateure music producer living in Denmark. 
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WASTED YOUTH
NORWAY / MARYLAND

contact: jacobdoeshunt@gmail.com

HOLY GHOST

Jacob Hunt