Ghosts

I've been in this fucking mood for days yah Looking for a pick up Stumbled on a razor Heaven knows I'm sick ya, I ain't right Throat tight, cold chills Fomo for more pills Fomo for more pills Can't hide it no more I'm on the run bitch, I'm wanted It seeps through my pores Runs down my forehead, I'm haunted Drippin on down Beyond a shadow of doubt Feels like I'm stuck in a cloud Wondering who could save me now, but Look at me now Out on the town I'm getting drunk Don't give a fuck Never I did Never I will Not on the pill The cycle is real Stuck in these feels Stuck in these feels I've been on the fucking moon for days yah Looking for a pick up Stumbled on a razor Heaven knows I'm sick ya, I ain't right Throat tight, cold chills Fomo for more pills Fomo for more pills I've got no one to blame but myself for this bullshit Moth to the flame Always the same I can't do shit Trying so long But the feelings so wrong I just wanna move on I just wanna move on, but I got it bad Just like my dad I want the bag I want the world I want it all I'm in the stall Pumpin' her, uh Pumpin' her, ah I gotcha baby I gotcha baby I've been in this fucking mood for days yah Looking for a pick up Stumbled on a razor Heaven knows I'm sick ya, I ain't right Throat tight, cold chills Fomo for more pills Fomo for more pills I've been in this fucking mood for days yah Looking for a pick up Stumbled on a razor Heaven knows I'm sick ya, I ain't right Throat tight, cold chills Fomo for more pills Fomo for more pills I've been in this fucking mood for days yah Looking for a pick up Stumbled on a razor Heaven knows I'm sick ya, I ain't right Throat tight, cold chills Fomo for more pills Fomo for more pills