"Blue Sole" lyrics

I'm nothin' but a ghost now
Nothin' but a ghost
Ghost now

Steppin' in the flames at a rave beneath the dojo
Yeah, 18s ruined by salt when the snow blow
Talkin' 'bout the
Talkin' 'bout the
Talkin' 'bout the
Talkin' 'bout the
Talkin' 'bout the
Talkin' 'bout the
Blue sole
Black suede, blue sole
Some shoes ain't for you though
Some shit you can't control
Some things you can't outgrow
I've been here before

I-I, oh, I, I be tired everybody, I
I know how to disappear
I, I, I know how to push it down too well
I know how to push it down too well
Too O.D., this all me
No need to console me
We Ali, the K.O. bound
I feel like Muhammad Ali
Muhammad Ali, oh-oh

Aye-ooh, aye-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Can we start again?
Aye-ooh, oh-ooh
Can we start again?

I gotta get goin', I wish I had more time to kill
I really wish I had more time
If I never let you go, where's my new beginnin'?
I need a little peace of mind
Take a little mixture, ammunition
'Cause I don't feel like conversation
I know I can't keep this up
I know I can't keep this up

I don't wanna shy away from why, why
Ha
Ah