Ghost in Gosha

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Intro

Shadows creeping, mind is seeping

Through the cracks of fame I'm leaking

Trapped in a cycle, it's never complete

Ghost of myself walking dead in these streets

Verse 1

Cold nights, bright lights, lost in translation

Built my name off pain and desolation

Fuck fame, that's what I said before

Now I'm haunting myself to my core

Designer labels cover the scars inside

Behind these clothes is where my demons hide

Smoking more to feel a little less

Phantom in Gosha, drowning in success

They want the image but not what's beneath

Soul getting colder with every beat

Pre-Chorus

They told me success would heal all my wounds

Instead I'm just higher, closer to doom

Fake love surrounds me, nowhere to hide

Real ones know fame's just a pretty lie[Chorus]

Smoked out ghost in designer threads

Memories fade but the pain never left

Got no time for these vultures around me

Cash in hand but my soul feeling empty

Post-Chorus

Ghost, ghost, ghost in the night

No time, no time for your lies

Verse 2

Silhouettes moving through fog in the distance

Everyone wants a piece now, keep your distance

Fame's just a game that I never asked to play

Shadow of who I was, fading more each day

Gosha on my back but frost in my veins

Circle getting smaller, only real ones remain

Bad habits help me cope with all this pressure

Too numb to feel, call it phantom pleasure

Pre-Chorus

They told me success would heal all my wounds

Instead I'm just higher, closer to doom

Fake love surrounds me, nowhere to hide

Real ones know fame's just a pretty lie

Chorus

Smoked out ghost in designer threads

Memories fade but the pain never left

Got no time for these vultures around me

Cash in hand but my soul feeling empty

Post-Chorus

Ghost, ghost, ghost in the night

No time, no time for your lies[Bridge]

Dead inside but still breathing

Hollow shell, my soul's leaving

Left the real me back when fame came knocking

Now I'm just a vessel, always watching

Chasing highs to feel something real

Memories blur, can't remember how to feel

Vultures circle, sensing weakness

Ghost in Gosha, haunted by my own likeness

Outro

Smoked out ghost is all that remains

Designer clothes can't hide all this pain

No time for vultures feeding on my name

The higher I climb, the more I feel the same

When the smoke clears, who will I be?

A phantom drifting through a life I can't see

Fuck fame, that's what I always said

Now I'm just a ghost, feels like I'm already dead

End