Ghost Type - Top Secret Lyrics

Yo it's the ghost with most
Reasons not to boast
I guess
It just Goes to show, woah, not all that glows is gold, ya know?
I've tried lying through closed teeth
Gripped rosaries
Held it close to me
But gods still showing 'unknown' to me
So I'm known to be
So full of antipathy
But He gifted me
I've been writing since Nitti Beats
But I took my time for the christening
Now I'm home, are you listening?
Set the pace, make it blistering
Face to face and still a mystery
Spoke too fast, think I skipped a beat
Way far past what it meant to me

I am
Critically picking apart my own present
And I
Think like a king with the life of a peasant
Stay high
My eyes always look like they're half open crescents
Chest high
Water is risen, this looks like regression

Progressively pissed and dismissively shifting perspectives like gears
They're like "here, cheers to fear"
To be clear, peer to peer, it's all
In and out one ear, and the other took the trap door and left out the the rear

Face down in defensive position
Chose myself as the critical witness
Weight lifted like it's physical fitness
Lost and found with a guilty admission
I'm still missin the point, like a one sided coin
Ankles rolled like a joint, cant run away from the noise
This the type of shit to make some men out of boys
Always had the words, but now I'm finding my voice

(So f*ck your self care
Ghosting season, heres to f*cking self scare)