Dizzee Rascal - Ghost lyrics

Close, close, wanna get close on the coast Ghost, ghost don’t pose and I don’t post Close, close, wanna get close on the coast Ghost, ghost [Verse 1] Pickin' me a winner Picky hair an’ I was a little bit thinner 3310 with a customised ringer I was tryna holla at lavinia But she weren’t ina Cos I was a sinner Thought I was a minger Never had a Bimmer Rollin’ through the ends on a stolen aprillia Waiting for the dominos guy to deliver For a free dinner Thought I knew it all I was just a beginner Never was a singer I was on pirate radio way before I heard Mike Skinner Wagwan k**er Yeah that’s my n***a Talk about race but its just way bigger I ain't gonna waste no time on Twitter Done with the jibba Cry me a river Say it to my face or say it to my trigger You go figure, or reconsider Indian giver Lookin’ for a chocolate girl with a hint of vanilla And she can bring a indian with her I just want a bosom for a pillow An’ I got a little bit o skrilla We can get a boat and we can get a villa Or we can be on South Beach real n***a liver All k**er, no filler [Chorus] I don’t wanna brag or boast I don’t cater and I don’t host When they ask what I do I say I do the most Then I get ghost, on the coast like I am supposed Don’t pose and I do not post And that’s why these girls wanna play me Close, close, wanna get close on the coast Ghost, ghost don’t pose and I don’t post Close, close, wanna get close on the coast Ghost, ghost [Verse 2] They ain't put food on my table I rock the cradle Big dirty stinkin’ logo I rock the label I’ve been doin’ this since cable I was on the graveyard shift in the studio Only popped out for a salt beef bagel I was on the roads when it was unstable I’m not an angel Beef had more than a plate full But I ain’t hateful Born in the 80s Year of the able Come back 18 Coulda been facial Raised in the 90s It was still racial Bloody disgraceful Why are these youts so bloody ungrateful Talk about grime like I ain’t a staple I was on the mic when you was in playschool Stabbed six times yo it could have been fateful Would have been 6 foot deep on my bredrin’s tshirt lookin’ distasteful Would have been wasteful Never would have seen the Caribbean in April Shackin’ up with Rachel Givin’ her a faceful Never would have been seven figures deep walkin’ down the street with a gorgeous freak in a chief screamin’ "come out the way fool" [Chorus] I don’t wanna brag or boast I don’t cater and I don’t host When they ask what I do I say I do the most Then I get ghost, on the coast like I am supposed Don’t pose and I do not post And that’s why these girls wanna play me Close, close, wanna get close on the coast Ghost, ghost don’t pose and I don’t post Close, close, wanna get close on the coast Ghost, ghost