
đœ đ»đ This one is for & inspired by Panz.đ€ đ€đâđ» https://suno.com/@panz ---- đ€ "Somebody said to me That my ability to put out bangers is on a superhuman level âŠI mean, I'm honored but ... This ainât about being great. I just turn over every stoneâ See what ghosts still breathe below. (See what ghosts still breathe below.) Hi there, the name is SpaceGhostBones, I ainât tryna be great, I just write from the soul. Dig deep enough, you might find your ownâ Ainât a single ghost out here haunting alone. (Ainât a single ghost out here haunting alone.) I ain't tryna be great like one of the greats, Ain't pennin' lines like Panz, fate engraved in the grain, Ain't lacin' no scripture that echo and stay, Like a name dug deep where the rain wonât fade. Ain't flippin' the flips like Hood, no bait, Every setup so clean, you can still see the blade, Ain't weavin' like Alex, no stitch misplaced, Every cadence a crown, every tale got weight. No, I ain't sketchin' blueprints like the architects trace, Ain't scriptin' word like STEZ, breath built in the page, Ain't spillin' blood like SadieJade, beats vibratin' the veins, Every loop stay burned in the hiss of the tape. But I ainât one to rehearse my lines, I just write like the past wonât die. Turn over stones just to see what decays, If the pain still whispers, I give it a page. Ain't searchin' for crowns, ain't reachin' for praise, I just etch what I find in the cracks of my veins. I don't stop, I don't blink, I don't think twice, Wrote a verse in my sleep, woke up, made it hit like a poltergeist. They mimic the cadence, they shadow my stride, But they gag on the ghostsâI breathe mine inside. They ain't just words, they ain't just rhymes, Theyâre wounds unhealed, theyâre blood in brine. Been spillin' my soul longer than my shadowâs been walking, My echoes got echoes, my flows got coffins. Write in my blood, pen slice like a blade, You just saw the moon die, I already lit the next flame. I donât pick up the pen, it picks me up first, I donât chase the words, they come back worse. They bury themselves in my bones, in my throat, Till I cough up curses, verses, smokeâ They call it superhuman - this just breathing, I don't chase classics, I just exhale demons. Every track a funeral, every bar a sermon, You still tryna learn itâI wrote it, burned it, turned it eternal. Not superhuman just - Supernatural (Supernatural) Supernatural Ainât writing for status, for stature, for statues, I write âcause the silence been stacking like bad news. I write âcause the weight of the worldâs on my clavicles, Cracks in the canvas, collapsed into parables. Every bar a body, every line a loss, Every song a shadow that I thought Iâd lost. But it crawled back - fingernails in the cracks, Begging to be sung, so I give it that. Itâs not superhuman, itâs something worse, Itâs supernatural, itâs compulsory, it hurts. Itâs knowing you ainât alone in the curse, Itâs writing the wound till it stops getting worse. They ask where the music comes from, I donât know, I just open my chest, and the ink lets go. Not superhuman just - Supernatural (Supernatural) Supernatural I seen pain turn poets into prophets Seen grief leave elegies in empty pockets Seen ghosts write hooks when the hands wonât move Seen truth crack ribs just tryna get through This ain't superhuman, it's writing from the Source, Every word, every line, spilling from my life-force, I've just been listening to the sound of silence long enough That the silence played the melody, wrote the verse - I just threw it up I just threw it up I just threw it up Not superhuman just - Supernatural (Supernatural) Supernatural I donât do this for crowns, for claps, for praise, I do it for the kid who ainât seen sun in days. I do it for the ones still choking on shame, For the ones who were told not to say that name. For the ones who replay every scene they regret, For the ones who got songs in their chest like threats. For the ones who got pain with no place to project, So they press play, and they hear it connect. This ainât superhuman, itâs something realer, Itâs hearing a verse and feeling it mirror. Itâs knowing a stranger been drowning too, And somehow they left a lifeboat just for you. It ainât about legacy, it ainât about proof, I just carve out a space for the ones who need truth. (But you know... If I left a Legacy, that'd be okay, too) Not superhuman just - Supernatural (Supernatural) Supernatural Supernatural Supernatural (Supernatural) Hi there, the name is SpaceGhostBones, I ainât tryna be great, I just write from the soul. Dig deep enough, you might find your ownâ (Ainât a single ghost out here haunting alone.) Not superhuman just - Supernatural (Supernatural) Supernatural Not superhuman just - Supernatural (Supernatural) Supernatural"

