The West Ghost & Ozzie Beats - Bleeding Blue (Color Trip) by FLAW / Studios published on 2016-02-23T23:35:04Z Follow https://soundcloud.com/ozziemusic And https://soundcloud.com/thewestghost I ain’t nothing but a bleed of blue on the other page. I don’t know me but it seems they do. I show up to the concert and wade into the sea of people pumping their fists in the air like “we, we, we are one.” Bleating bleeds into the beating of the drums. I wonder what are they saying, what is their cohesion, what do they got that they all believe in? Is it that their all on their own little teams and they’re the only ones that they’re even ever breathing for, mothafucka? That’s so sweet. I’m leaning in the back singing se la vie. Paint my feet black – anyone can find me though I’ll never be ever seen on no trife shit – try me. I’ve tried that. Exposed to the homies, a heart attack’s coming for me hopefully, keep talkin bout how much they know me. They ain’t phony but don’t love me half as much as I’m in love with them, when smoking they say they’re hoping that the blokes will stay cronies forever. But I’m in the fuckin’ know, though you’re thinking that you’re so damn clever, thinking ghost would never, blah blah blah… It makes me so damn sad; that’s why I don’t care if I die. Am I wrong? Yeah. Why do I feel like me? I don’t even wanna feel this breeze no more. Can I hate me, can I hate my life? And love you ‘cause I want your kind to feel like y’all’s future sprawls to the white and never falls though it’s gone. So just throw it to the wall, throw it on the ground; nothing’s gonna stick we gon’ fade without a sound. Let’s get us all a round and I guess that we’ll feel better. I’m sick but this the shit that opens up their leatherly legs. It seems like heavenly shit but I would rather be dead, so I just roll up backwoods and then lay back on the spread. I’ve been hacking too many backwards-ass attempts I need to get better at all this this. But lately I’ve gone bad as my numb and rotting conscience; every road I go I’m on the wrong shit. Smoke it up, drink it, snort it, hope I don’t croak tomorrow. Throw the rope on over, fill the hole with my throat, and then hope that I don't choke on this mistake. My sober thoughts saying "die" so who am I to provoke ‘em? I’m high. And when I’m high I’d give it all up just to fly (hahaha). Genre I just want to leave Comment by OvoCROW Smooth homie, I have something coming your way to go 👻 on 2016-07-06T19:07:16Z Comment by Fest Freq Is there an instrumental? 2016-02-27T06:05:13Z Comment by Fest Freq Damn 2016-02-27T06:00:25Z