Ghostemane - Gatteka Lyrics
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Gatteka
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What Are The Lyrics For Gatteka By Ghostemane?
See I just can't relate
You try to pretend we're the same But we ain't the same You try to pretend for the fame I say you a lame, yeah I can't relate, I can't relate I cannot relate, I cannot relate Nah yeah You try to pretend we're the same But we ain't the same You try to pretend for the fame I say you a lame I can't relate, I can't relate I cannot relate, I cannot relate Had an epiphany Scream this I'm in control of my destiny Ominous entity Mephisto has no control of me Rather be wrapped up in cellophane Then give my soul for the fame Well I must be new to this game Even though they all know my name All I ever wanted was another one To feel me on a mental level And not just the devil Or malevolent evolutions of the animal in me You tell me you feel me But I don't believe it the next thing Then you gon' turn on me Let everybody believe the lies I'll be fine, I'll be fine (War is peace Freedom is slavery Ignorance is strength) See I just can't relate You try to pretend we're the same But we ain't the same You try to pretend for the fame I say you a lame, yeah I can't relate, I can't relate I cannot relate, I cannot relate Nah yeah You try to pretend we're the same But we ain't the same You try to pretend for the fame I say you a lame I can't relate, I can't relate I cannot relate, I cannot relate |
Who Wrote Gatteka By Ghostemane?
Eric Whitney
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What's The Duration Of The Gatteka By Ghostemane?The duration of Gatteka is 1:52 minutes and seconds. |
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