(Verse 1) (Gritty male voice angry rap) Ridin' the subway, early as fuck, sun ain’t even bright, Watchin' these basic bitches tryin' to erase the night. Layer after layer, cakin' that mud straight onto the skin, 'Til you can't even tell what the fuck is underneath the chin. Fadin' away under masks of clay, man, it’s a goddamn joke, A thick-ass disguise 'cause they can't handle the smoke. Hidin' the real, hidin' the truth of who they are inside, Behind a plastic-ass shield where all these clones try to hide. (Chorus) [female rap, confident cadence, street style] Copy-paste faces, just lost in the crowd, Silent-ass screams but they think they’re loud. Blendin' right into the motherfuckin' mass, Frozen reflections in shattered glass. Wearin' the mask just to feel alive, But in this matrix, no poser survives. (Verse 2) (Gritty male voice angry rap) Look at these little boys, man, it’s a tragic-ass view, Same corporate suits, just a different fuckin' hue. Or baggy-ass pants with the hoodie pulled low, Wannabe gangsters with nowhere the fuck to go. Skinny as shadows, weighin' absolutely nothin' at all, One stiff breeze and these internet tough guys fall. Smokin' the green just to fit the goddamn trend, Flashin' a blade, actin' hard with a fake-ass friend. (Pre-Chorus) (Gritty male voice angry rap) But the streets don't give a fuck about your wack-ass crew, One day you’re gonna run into someone harder than you. The whole illusion gonna break, the tough act gonna die, When reality hits your jaw and there's nowhere to fly. (Verse 3) (Gritty male voice angry rap) So I stay in the back, high key behind the scenes, Watchin' these goddamn puppets and their broken dreams. Just an observer, I’m stayin' right in my lane, Prayin' for peace while the whole fuckin' world’s insane. I’m glad I grew up when a kid could just run and play, No chasin' for clout, no dicks to suck for validation all day. We didn't need filters, we didn't give a shit about praise, Just innocent hearts back in them happier days. (Bridge) (Gritty male voice rap) Now it’s all peer pressure, a desperate-ass race, Tradin' your fuckin' soul for a digital face. But I’ll stay a ghost, out of their goddamn sight, An old-school soul in this neon night. (Chorus) [female rap, confident cadence, street style] Copy-paste faces, just lost in the crowd, Silent-ass screams but they think they’re loud. Blendin' right into the motherfuckin' mass, Frozen reflections in shattered glass. Wearin' the mask just to feel alive, But in this matrix, no poser survives. (Outro) Just a subway ride... Just another fuckin' mask... Keep blendin' in, you sheep... I'm ghost. (Heavy 808 fades out)
