Ghost Lyrics - Dizzee Rascal

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 

Pickin' me a winner 

Picky hair and I was a little bit thinner 

3310 with a customised ringer 

I was tryna holla at Lavinia 

But she weren't inna 

'Cause 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 killer 

Yeah, that's my nigga 

Talk about race, but it's 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 

And 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 nigga liver 

All killer, no filler (all killer, no filler) 

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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 try 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 

Photos 

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 

Could've been a facial 

Would've been painful 

Raised in the 90s 

It was still racial 

Bloody disgraceful 

Why are these yutes so bloody ungrateful? 

Talk about grime like I ain't a staple 

I was on the mic when you was in play-school 

Stabbed six times, yo, it could have been fateful 

Would have been six foot deep, on my bredrin's T-shirt, lookin' distasteful 

Would have been wasteful 

Never would have seen the Caribbean in April 

Shackin' up with Rachel 

Givin' her a face-full 

Never would have been seven figures deep, walkin' down the street 

With a gorgeous freak in a chief screamin': Come out the way fool (come out the way fool, come out the way fool) 

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 try 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 

(Ghost, ghost)