Rick Moranis - Frak, OFLO

I just be Ghosting

Got me moving slow motion

I just be ghosting

Cuz my life outta focus

Walk it like you talk but you talking when i’m not around

I walk it like i talk it im’a dip that’s when I walk it out

When you high and lonely is the only time you call me now

Fucked around and turned my damn phone into a haunted house

Thought we were riding on autopilot

Thought she was ride or die till we got low mileage

So exposed open doors she gone' ghost ride it

And all my future love songs she gone ghost write em'

Yea, she was a ghost in the wind

She had rear view eyes and rose tinted skin

There was no synonym for her cold innocence

See she never pick it up but still she phoning it in

Congratulations bitch I’m ghost Malone

I thought that i was over it, instead i am on overload

Crying me a river i’m just hoping i don’t overflow

She’s form of opiates I’m hoping i don’t overdose

Got me saying petty shit to make sure that i don’t explode

Like damn you ain’t a model you in portrait mode

If i got ghosted in the woods alone would no-one knows

Falling through the cracks because i couldn’t crack her moral code

Ay, why you been ghostin?

Probably bit a self care and a bit a self loathing

Thought i was a friendly ghost but i’m casper the friendzoning

I passed in a headstone resurrected and kept floating

I’m sorry that i ain’t been hitting u back

I was too busy not hitting you back

Finishing laps re-living the pattern and killing it so i don’t live in the past

I guess i disappear when i’m feeling attached

Cuz i been going thru my own shit

Commitment issues, living single, feeling kinda hoe-ish

Feeling like keanue reeves neyo i been focused

Nah I’m feeling like R&B neyo i been so sick

Of love songs

Got me thinking like what’s wrong with me?

I wanna take a buzz saw like fuck off and cut off the people who won’t trust

fall for me

Why you go†ta ghost on em?

Up and rise tucked my pride i had to go for it

Woke up on a slab with some cold organs

Now i’m writing this song from my own coffin

Why I had to ghost on em?

Rode off in the night like I was the four horseman

Stoned and alone in my own orbit

Now I’m writing this hook post-mortem