
SOS Gweilo Ghost
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[Chorus:]
Why’s nobody answer me, SOS
Spilt the drink all over me, I’m a mess
Woke up in a OBE, wrong address
Baby got no time for me, I’m in distress
[Bridge:]
I’ll be long gone, by the time you trace me back
On the front lawn, parked the Benz throw in my bags
Tryna hold on, losing grip on both my hands
And you’re dead wrong, if you think I’m coming back
[Verse 1:]
Hit my dream girl from the back she on my poster
Conference call out in LA is what I told her
Turned the whip in to a humvee from a rover
Bite my style you bitches hungry like a vulture
Hitting highs I’m coming down no rollercoaster
Just like Mozart prodigy I’m a composer
Eating crumbs I’m taking pies unlike you posers
Feel I’m running out of time world on my shoulders
World on my shoulders, world on my shoulders, world on my shoulders
[Verse 2:]
Got to move on now
Might risk it tomorrow
The look thats in your eyes
I leave you won’t follow
I don’t care what they say
It’s fuck the bravado
I’m covered in gold
I feel like El Dorado
Imma keep grinding
Til I’m in the hearse
She ask why I’m vacant
Been like this from birth
Yeah imma' keep riding
Til I’m in the dirt
Unless you are buying
It’s do not disturb
Why’s nobody answer me, SOS
Spilt the drink all over me, I’m a mess
Woke up in a OBE, wrong address
Baby got no time for me, I’m in distress
[Bridge:]
I’ll be long gone, by the time you trace me back
On the front lawn, parked the Benz throw in my bags
Tryna hold on, losing grip on both my hands
And you’re dead wrong, if you think I’m coming back
[Verse 1:]
Hit my dream girl from the back she on my poster
Conference call out in LA is what I told her
Turned the whip in to a humvee from a rover
Bite my style you bitches hungry like a vulture
Hitting highs I’m coming down no rollercoaster
Just like Mozart prodigy I’m a composer
Eating crumbs I’m taking pies unlike you posers
Feel I’m running out of time world on my shoulders
World on my shoulders, world on my shoulders, world on my shoulders
[Verse 2:]
Got to move on now
Might risk it tomorrow
The look thats in your eyes
I leave you won’t follow
I don’t care what they say
It’s fuck the bravado
I’m covered in gold
I feel like El Dorado
Imma keep grinding
Til I’m in the hearse
She ask why I’m vacant
Been like this from birth
Yeah imma' keep riding
Til I’m in the dirt
Unless you are buying
It’s do not disturb
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