[Verse 1]
Empty parking lots mark up my tires
Dollar churro, no dinner I'm tired
Kicked out the skydeck, we had liquid fire
Not that anything could take you higher

Back at my house for 5 hours straight,
we listened to Gambino
Making songs like NBA players shooting their free throws
Show after show, we sleeping over like 3 days in a row
Nobody hangs out anymore
Feel like London, oh oh

Yeah you gone but not in memory
Sorry that you sorry me
Hate that you could feel that way,
but you are not a part of me
Your girl wanna up and leave
My girl look like poetry
Fuck all of that fantasy,
I'm really out here doing things

I felt like a rockstar, you felt like a Rick James
Uber driver was a plug,
so we up in the hot lane
Hotbox,
air was stolen, Mary Jane
Shoulder walking tri-states
Pour 40s in our lemonades

[Hook]
Play it forward, press rewind
I won't look, scared what I'll find
Remote in my pillowcase, control freak I been this way
Little things don't slip away
You like sun and I like shade
Cables running down the wall,
don't ever let them steal your gaze

That's some ghost money
You owe me
I got the rolls coming,
that whip sleek
Keep a ghost with me
Glock semi with the ghost in it
I keep my 4 to 5 all close with it

[Verse 2]
Brown bag by the river, we were ghost sipping
I’m different, I like a bitch that don’t got no feelings
Italian dinners with biscotti, feel like Pippen
Write my lines inside my head while Russian water swimming

You’re beautiful,
answer my call,
even when I've been mean

I’m going home,
this party’s blown,
spilled red wine on my jeans

A car alarm would sound better at this point
Than the music loud,
in my ears,
in this house

Need some gold teeth, with palm trees
Like in cashmere, you know me
Dropped last year, last year
I’m tripling
You know me, white shirt and triple links

From the city of no love
Sitting pretty in the lowlight
Empty club it’s a slow night,
like traffic on the 405

You mixing up potion,
I’m feeling unsocial,
don’t need to hear about you,
anything you say is old news

[Hook]
Play it forward, press rewind
I won't look, scared what I'll find
Remote in my pillowcase, control freak I been this way
Little things don't slip away
You like sun and I like shade
Cables running down the wall,
don't ever let them steal your gaze

That's some ghost money
You owe me
I got the rolls coming,
that whip sleek
Keep a ghost with me
Glock semi with the ghost in it
I keep my 4 to 5 all close with it