"ghost" lyrics

If I took a weekend
Would you still be sleeping?
Wonder what your home looks like
'Cause I swear you look just, just like mine
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
(Oh why, oh why?)
Mmm, mm, mm, mm, mm
So could I really love you?
(Oh damn, this one felt so real)
Mhmm, mhmm, mhmm
Could I really love you?
(Caught you lying to me again)

One too many times
I've fantasized
With a heart the size of Neverland
So naïve, oh my, my, my
(Oh my)
How could I know? Oh, oh, oh
How could I know...

Like, holy shit, holy shit
Who be the master, controlling shit?
Hand to my heart, I abhor this shit
Brodie, I cannot condone this shit
Like, like, like, like, like
Look at you blowing up
Bodies and cronies, she crawling up
Baddies and bobbies, on 10 of 10
Feeding the fodder to Coroner
I got two tens in my room
And they looking for a crew
Ran a two-mans with ya dude
Now they trying to fuck on you, hah
(Why you playing in my face, though?)
Ghost

What it do? What it did
(Fuck you)
What it do? What it did
(Fuck you)
What it do? What it did
(Fuck you)
What it do? What it did