Ghostly (Live at Studio 4)

Take a left on Rosebud, you're near my flat
"Never lax, never chill," she said
But so blessed
We'd hang outside 'til the wind cut our cheeks
You tore the roof off a savvy heater and swing it for me
Lord knows I love my friend
Ooh, I love
So hey, bruh, why you never call for once?
Hey, cuz, you don't got to be so alone
It ain't trust when I hit the road in a weekend
You can't call for four months

But call me for months
Oh
Call me for months
Oh

I can't believe it
A fault that I can't hide
Memories swell up in my eyes
Most folks would say that I seem fine
But each morning I don't feel worth it
Up to my job almost on time
Wish I could disappear more often
Just run home and hide
Feel ghostly, bad, way beyond description
I feel sad not because I miss her
I don't want nothing I could do
If I fall in, who's gon' pull me up?
Lord, I don't want nothing that I can't trust
It's hard not knowing I need you
Woo

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