Ghosting - Mystix

Slowly inching away

Ghosting from your prescense

Can’t stand your fucking vibe

Can’t stand your fucking face

Even when you’re high

Different spiritual plane

Positive vibe, deflected by your gaze

Crystals and Russian Sage

Yerba Santa, Palo Santo to a flame

I tried in vain

Happy to say I’m inching away

I want to transcend

I need to transcend

I will transcend

This is definately the end

Of a shitty friendship

Slowly inching away

Ghosting from your prescense

Can’t stand your fucking vibe

Can’t stand your fucking face

Even when you’re high

Different spiritual plane

Positive vibe, deflected by your gaze

Crystals and Russian Sage

Yerba Santa, Palo Santo to a flame

I tried in vain

Happy to say I’m inching away

Tired of the sick fucks gettin off on

Killing vibes for fun hanging around

Running mouths shooting rumors like a gun

Behind backs while in front sucking in your gut, huff huff huff

Not in my shan-gri-la

I’ll trim and cut you out like weeds

And dead leaves ain’t nothin to me

Feeling so good, feeling so free

The world bigger than you and me

A new rule for me, surround myself

With positivity, it’s reality, falling into place, infinity

I rather be illusive like a ghost than in presence

Of Fu hito

World is in your control

Waft sage smoke round up and out the door

Light a bone, burn one more

Crystal grid layed out on the floor

I’m in my realm found my core