ERIK MIKE - Ghost (feat. Ryan Clay) Lyrics

Yeah, Lost feeling caged in
Been in the daze for some days, I've been in disarray
Bendin this block, I'm back on the road
Back at a show, still going through stages
Hugging the block for days, driving the distance on days
The city start to feel like a maze
My mind filling with rage, I see my pain on this pavement
Tears and blood stains filling these pages
Try recognizing myself, still see my soul in reflections
Room full of mirrors, when I get this reflective
See the vision in my mind, I'm going ghost til It's vivid
My thoughts start to wander to a higher place
Take me away from bad vibes where I'm free of the judgment
I see the hate in they eyes, I see they prey on demise
I was waking up to black, tryna find the light
Mix the purp with the spite, light the earth with the pipe
Drinking fading to black, til my heart went numb
Almost turned into a ghost, f*cking round with pain pills
But once a scar heals, another one still
Coping with vices when I get to feeling low
Smoking good, riding solo, stuck in my mind
F*ck it, I'm going ghost

Lost feeling caged in
Going ghost from the scene, ghost til the day ends
DND, Im feelin lost in this place man
Going ghost, I'm breaking out of this cage, man

You know we gotta get through
Gotta get through
Gotta get through

Paid the price and rolled dice
Seen a lot of blessings but I'm still seeing strife
Watch my back cause niggas getting dropped like every night
On this walk, late at night, praying I don't lose my life
Only changed my demeanor, yeah I've been scheming
Been finessing, really I've been fiending
Spinning these corners, I've been leaning
Know it's no logic in love, but it's no love in the streets
It's getting colder to me, even in summers it's freezing
Reason I ride with this heat, still stuck on the road
Opening doors, looking for more
Catch a vibe by myself, while I'm riding alone
Go with the flow, try making it back miles from home
On DND, my nigga just leave me alone
I'm better alone, that's how I get in my zone
I'll run it up, by my lonely, they start acting phony
Back outside is all I know, these streets will tell my story
Didn't answer the phone, it was resentment in my tone
Was Roamin wrote this back when I was living out the Civic
Ghost probably kicked out the crib, with no place to crash at
Still plotting, hustling, finessing, like where the bag at

Ive been thinking how we make it through