Runnin’ up them checks, I’m havin’ my way

Diamonds do the ballet, moonwalk in the grey

Lil’ Durk gone ghost, leave a opp in the bay

Skies high, no lay-up, three points from the tray

Count it in the dark, bands still glow like flames

Took her out the burbs, now she tatted my name

Racks in the duffel, I’m a walking campaign

Talk cheap, my silence worth a private jet plane

I heard you’re married, ring finger still glowing in my dashboard light,

late-night texts like ghosts in my cigarette smoke, bedroom still haunted by your off-white lace.

You said “till death,” but we both died twice in the back of this Maybach,

moans baptized in Hennessy, sins synced to my synth line.

Girl, your vows can’t veto this velvet relapse—

I taste his name on your tongue and keep singing anyway.

Call me the other black tie on your closet floor,

’cause when that cathedral’s quiet, my bass still rattles your porcelain.

Forever’s just another safe word, and I keep breaking the lock.

畢業(yè)記 – Lil Ghost小鬼/張碧晨

詞：Lil Ghost小鬼

曲：Lil Ghost小鬼

在操場打鬧時的大聲

即使現(xiàn)在還覺得煩人

變成曾經(jīng)口中的大人

再照鏡子怎么變的更陌生

不得不找條出口

脫下校服往前走

再見我的朋友

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Truth in the lies, chrome on the rise

Late-night flights, pain in my eyes

Said she love me, I read the replies

Heart in the vault, code to the skies

Bro died young, turned codeine to cries

Feds ask twice, I sanitize

Rolls in the rain, still oxidize

Pray in the dark, sins oversize

Came from the mud, still sanitize

Truth in the lies, stay penalized

花好月圓夜-小鬼王琳凱

詞Lyricist：任賢齊

曲Composer：任賢齊

制作人Producer：顏小健

編曲Arranger：顏小健/李奕楠楠

配唱制作人Vocal Producer：小鬼王琳凱/Anders Gukko

錄音棚Recording Studio：The Kennel AB

錄音師Recording Engineer：Anders Gukko

人聲編輯Vocal Editing：徐天鴻@Studio21A

和聲&和聲編寫B(tài)acking Vocals：付垚

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[Intro]

Amen… BasedGod在鼓點(diǎn)里低語

霓虹十字架倒映在808湖面

[Hook]

雙手合十 向合成器祈禱

镲片如圣水 濺濕我的匪幫袍

鋼琴黑鍵 是我走過的街

每個音符 替我說出“對不起”

[Verse]

低音炮像警笛 卻帶回安息

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Auto-Tune howlin’ out the tin roof,

I’m the G-O-A-T, got the Ghost in the rearview.

Weezy in the passenger, blunt bigger than a statute,

codeine in the chalice, turn the coupe to a chapel.

Pain on the bridge, I’m a sermon and a syllable,

Wayne on the verse—every bar a crematorium.

Came from the swamp, left the mud on the Grammy,

still hustle every beat like the rent due in Miami.

I’m the glitch in your get-rich, the crown in the mosh pit;

if talk is cheap, then my goat chat cost a spaceship.

John on the dashboard, Ross in the rearview,

chrome .45 singing like Sinatra in clear view.

Candy paint bleeding, Miami moon dripping,

I’m counting tombstones while the bass keeps tipping.

Saint on the chain, sinner in the booth,

holy water in the cup, still tellin’ the truth.

Money talk fluent, dead men mute,

I just baptized the block in 808s and loot.

Long story short, I started with a quarter brick,

Now the coupe got horse power like a quarter stick.

2 Chainz, two flames, too legit to quit,

Wayne in the brain, still slangin’ that pimp shit.

Came from the curb where the birds don’t chirp,

Now the ice so cold got the whole earth twerk.

Told shorty, “Hold tight,” she said, “Too thick,”

Long story short—she got dicked, then dismissed.

I just hit the bank, now I’m flexin’ on my exes

Dropped a pin, she pull up like she GPS it

Diamonds wet, tsunami on my necklace

Count it up, I do this for breakfast

I ain’t talkin’ love, I talk deposits

Foreign coupe, I ghost like I’m haunted

They want clout, I swear they ain’t on it

I just cashed out, now my vibe is cosmic

They ain’t really bout it, they just talkin’ nonsense

I just hit a lick and now my whole team profit