GHOST

Na-na, na-na, ah
How short this life is, let's put that in writin'
And make it out to heaven, man, I sure that we can fight this
You think it's overkill, I'm over-watering a ficus
But you all think you're fly,
That's why you flock to where the light is
If you ain't walked the moon,
Then boy, you better be a highness
If you ain't Charlie Brown, and boy, you better be a lioness
And I'm just tryna live forever, what's the harm in trying?
Just make a story last then when you die you're really dying
Am I poor?
Life is at the door with the eviction
I don't wanna be another victim
Is there anyone, is there anyone out there? Yeah
I'm living in the wake of my addictions
Well, maybe I'm just looking for permission
Doesn't anyone, doesn't anyone care?
(Yeah-yeah, ah-ah)
Tell me 'bout your moments, tell me how you chose them
The day involves the pills and the day involves some potion, and
Tell me in my will, will it mention that I'm awesome, and
Tell me were my thrills just as killer as my coffin?
I got diamonds on my mental (Di-diamonds on my mental)
But I can't write a story with a diamond, where's my pencil?
And I be stretching but this body's just a rental
Just like they be hauntin' me, I be hauntin' them too
Life is at the door with the eviction
I don't wanna be another victim
Is there anyone, is there anyone out there? Yeah
I'm living in the wake of my addictions
Well, maybe I'm just looking for permission
Doesn't anyone, doesn't anyone care?