دانلود آهنگ Red Vineyard
از Diggy Graves

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
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
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 fucking living room, finger paint the sky
Like a beautiful, bloody massacre, call it, “Starry Night”
What the fuck?
Yeah, what the fuck 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
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
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
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 fucking feel a thing, pain made me immune
God damn it, doc, I guess I’ll do it myself
Grab the scalpel, cut the trauma
Stitch the wounds that were dealt
Sterilize my fucking eyes, and take some organs to sell
You’re fucked 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 bitches, summon witches for dancers
I got a couple skelly’s 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
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
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
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, we’ll never split it
Here’s Johnny
No, quit it
It’s Diggy, bitch, getting witty with it
Yeah, I’m shining, always rhyming
The intangible
Every line I ever spit, becomin’ flammable
You’re a bitch, and I’m a dog
I guess we’re animals
But jaws drop, when I rap
Break your mandible
(Ahahaha)
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
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)