Ghostemane — Al

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If you don’t know me by now, I don’t want you to
None of your favorite rappers ever tell the truth
Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
Out of my mind
It’s about damn time y’all startin to die
Lay low
I’m the ghost at your window
Went away
Now I’m way away
There he go
Fuck an icon
Eyes on AI
Oh, I fucked around and put a pipe bomb in your radio
AI, AI, AI, AI
AI, AI, AI, AI
AI, AI, AI, AI
AI, AI, AI, AI
AI, AI, AI, AI
AI, AI, AI, AI
I don’t wanna be the one to bear the bad news, but
a man who’s claiming he’s «the man»ain’t a man at all
Overcompensating for the lack of ability to really
be an icon, not even a bygone
Modern day unsustainable, painfully mundane,
forgettable
Gets old in a minute
Get sold to a label then never see them again
I spend all my time listening to guys who committed
suicide
It’s about time
It’s about time
And I only ever really cry
To wash away the blood
To wash away the blood
I only ever cry
To wash away the blood
To wash away the blood
To wash away the blood
I only ever cry
To wash away the blood
To wash away the blood
To wash away the blood
To wash away
Don’t give a damn about a critic, they don’t really get it
They don’t make a difference
They don’t by the tickets
Only really give a damn about the kids
Live and die for the kids
Live and die for the kids, I
AI, AI, AI, AI
AI, AI, AI, AI
AI, AI, AI, AI
AI, AI, AI, AI
AI, AI, AI, AI
AI, AI, AI, AI
AI, AI, AI, AI
AI, AI, AI, AI
I only ever really
I only ever really
To wash away all the blood