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diggy graves - red vineyard lyrics

[verse 1]
why you screaming, ladies? you know diggy don’t die
even if i wanted to, i’d probably do it with a knife
van gogh the f+cking living room, finger paint the sky
like a beautiful, bl++dy massacre, call it, “starry night”
“what the f+ck? yeah, what the f+ck is right”
i’ve been twisted in the head ever since i could writе
ever since i learnеd to walk, i started running from life
i’m tryna haunt my way to fame, call me, “poltergeist”

[chorus]
i think i’m seeing ghosts again
in my home again, all alone again, i rot
thoughts in my head, in my head, won’t stop
you’re better off dead, let the gun go, “pop” (pop, pop)
think i’m seeing ghosts again
in my home again, all alone again, i rot
thoughts in my head, in my head, won’t stop
you’re better off dead, let the gun go, “pop” (ahh)
[verse 2]
you missed me, yeah, well, i miss me, too
if i could somehow change my brain, i’d do it this afternoon
and you don’t need to put me under, i don’t mean to be rude
but i won’t f+cking feel a thing, pain made me immune
god d+mn it, doc, i guess i’ll do it myself, grab the scalpel
cut the trauma, stitch the wounds that were dealt
sterilize my f+cking eyes and take some organs to sell
“you’re f+cked up, diggy, man, you need some help”
“save the lecture, i’m like hannibal lecter, watch me cannibal the beat”
“bag the feat, like dexter, i’m an animal, call me, “bone collector”
diggy necromancing b+tches, summon witches for dancers
i got a couple skellys hanging in my closet (closet)
i found them dancing in a grave, so, i robbed it (robbed it)
i think they like me, if i’m being dead honest (honest)
cold+hearted bag of bones, yeah, i’m rotten

[chorus]
i think i’m seeing ghosts again
in my home again, all alone again, i rot
thoughts in my head, in my head, won’t stop
you’re better off dead, let the gun go, “pop” (pop, pop)
think i’m seeing ghosts again
in my home again, all alone again, i rot
thoughts in my head, in my head, won’t stop
you’re better off dead, let the gun go, “pop” (ahh)
[verse 3]
you see this next one, yeah, it’s aimed at you and everybody else
that wishes they could be me, too, i got problems, homie
well diggy does, too, i don’t mean to brag (huh?)
but lately, i been reading the room, see diggy do what he gotta do
fly to arkansas to beat some ass, then a dig a tomb
catch the next flight home by the afternoon
play a sold+out show in the pnw, that’s right
see, that’s my life, no matter how i live it, you can catch my vibe
but i know you’ll never fit it, you could walk that line
but the cash’ll never split it, “here’s johnny”
no, quit it, it’s diggy, b+tch, getting witty with it
yeah, i’m shining, always rhyming, the intangible
every line i ever spit, becomming flammable
you’re a b+tch and i’m a dog, i guess we’re animals
but jaws drop when i rap, break your mandible (ahahaha)

- diggy graves lyrics

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