Ghost

You told me

Make that money

Take care of

Us

That means me


Stop you’re crying

Do what we need

Make that money

I’ll be smoking weed


You said I was tricking

Off

While you were rubbing

Off

Without me and I was lost


Good thing my

Sweet momma

Taught me self-respect

And how to run from tricky men


So I continue to ghost

A life without a past

Not forgotten, but forgiven

It makes me laugh


I’m not upset with me

Or even you

I never would’ve thought

But I found someone new


And I wrote him vows

And we made love

Like the light of moon

Yeah, I finally fell


And I’m in love

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