Rise in Ghost Mode

Yeah… Lucid WRLD…

Turn me up. {filtered atmospheric intro,

low-pass filter on synth plucks}

Ghost mode, I don’t need the spotlight,

Been through dark days,

now the view look bright.

Head high, even when the road got cold,

I don’t fold, I just move in ghost mode.

Eyes on the future,

feet on the ground,

Lost a few people,

still I hold it down.

If they count me out,

let ‘em do it though,

Watch me level up while I’m ghost mode.

{melodic trap chorus, heavy 808 glide} Every late night turned into a

dream, Nothing was easy,

nothing was free. I kept believing when nobody could,

Made it through storms that nobody should.

I don’t wear a crown,

I just wear my scars,

They remind me how I made it this far.

Every setback made me write another page,

Now I’m breaking out of every cage.

{percussive rap flow, minimal trap beat} I don’t need a map,

I know where I’m going.

Every closed door Left another one open.

{riser build-up, filtered vocal processing}

Ghost mode, I don’t need the spotlight,

Been through dark days,

now the view look bright.

Head high, even when the road got cold,

I don’t fold, I just move in ghost mode.

Eyes on the future,

feet on the ground,

Lost a few people,

still I hold it down.

If they count me out,

let ‘em do it though,

Watch me level up while I’m ghost mode.

{full energy drop,

triumphant brass elements} I’m not racing anybody else,

I’m just trying to become myself.

Every dream started in the dark,

Now it’s shining like a city spark.

If I stumble, I’ma rise again,

That’s the lesson every loss has been.

When the world gets loud,

I stay composed,

That’s why they call it ghost mode.

{half-time rhythm change, intimate electric guitar arpeggios}

No fear.

No limits.

No looking back.

Lucid WRLD.

Ghost mode. {fading synth pads,

vocal echo decay}