I’m just walking with a ghost And it’s walking by my side My soul is dancing [on my cheek] I don’t know where the exit is
Every day is still the same And I don’t know what to do; I’m carrying My tears in a plastic bag And it’s the only thing I got from you
I have short hair And I’m faced with a few complications so, So if you care Try to [emulize] the situation You know, man As the leaves fall on the ground my soul is goin’ Round and round and round, so please
Do it well Just break the spell Why don’t you do it right I don’t want another fight I’m not creatin’ My flow with my ego I’m taking off my hood And I’m venturing deeply in the wood You know, man
[Bets] are my only food and it puts me in [a strange mood] I ain’t giving you my heart on a silver plate Why couldn’t we be just mates Oh no, never come back to me Oh no, never come back to me
[A wish, our company is shy, probably] Another dance, another chance, another romance [We could have twenty fights]
by JazzNoga Another dance, another chance, another romance