Diggy_Graves_-_Red_Vineyard_[Official_Lyric_Video](256k)
[00:06.68] I think I'm seeing ghosts again
[00:08.01] In my home again, all alone again, I rot
[00:10.93] Thoughts in my head, in my head, won't stop
[00:13.59] You're better off dead, let the gun go, pop
[00:16.25] Think I'm seeing ghosts again
[00:18.10] In my home again, all alone again, I rot
[00:21.02] Thoughts in my head, in my head, won't stop
[00:23.68] You're better off dead, let the gun go, pop
[00:27.13] Why you screaming, ladies?
[00:28.20] You know Diggy don't die
[00:29.26] Even if I wanted to, I'd probably do it with a knife
[00:31.38] Van Gogh the fucking living room, finger paint the sky
[00:34.04] Like a beautiful, bloody massacre, call it, "Starry Night"
[00:36.43] What the fuck?
[00:37.49] Yeah, what the fuck is right
[00:39.09] I've been twisted in the head, ever since I could writе
[00:41.48] Ever since I learnеd to walk, I started running from life
[00:43.87] I'm tryna haunt my way to fame, call me, poltergeist
[00:46.52] I think I'm seeing ghosts again
[00:47.85] In my home again, all alone again, I rot
[00:51.04] Thoughts in my head, in my head, won't stop
[00:53.43] You're better off dead, let the gun go, pop
[00:56.35] Think I'm seeing ghosts again
[00:57.95] In my home again, all alone again, I rot
[01:00.87] Thoughts in my head, in my head, won't stop
[01:03.54] You're better off dead, let the gun go, pop
[01:06.99] You missed me?
[01:07.79] Yeah, well, I miss me, too
[01:09.12] If I could somehow change my brain, I'd do it this afternoon
[01:11.51] And you don't need to put me under, I don't mean to be rude
[01:13.90] But I won't fucking feel a thing, pain made me immune
[01:16.55] God damn it, doc, I guess I'll do it myself
[01:18.95] Grab the scalpel, cut the trauma
[01:20.54] Stitch the wounds that were dealt
[01:21.60] Sterilize my fucking eyes, and take some organs to sell
[01:23.73] You're fucked up, Diggy, man, you need some help
[01:26.65] Save the lecture, I'm like Hannibal Lecter, watch me cannibal the beat
[01:29.84] Bag the feat, like Dexter, I'm an animal, call me, bone collector
[01:33.82] Diggy necromancing bitches, summon witches for dancers
[01:36.74] I got a couple skelly's hanging in my closet (closet)
[01:39.13] I found them dancing in a grave, so, I robbed it (robbed it)
[01:41.26] I think they like me, if I'm being dead honest (honest)
[01:43.65] Cold-hearted bag of bones, yeah, I'm rotten
[01:46.57] I think I'm seeing ghosts again
[01:48.16] In my home again, all alone again, I rot
[01:51.09] Thoughts in my head, in my head, won't stop
[01:53.48] You're better off dead, let the gun go, pop
[01:56.40] Think I'm seeing ghosts again
[01:59.59] In my home again, all alone again, I rot
[01:59.86] Thoughts in my head, in my head, won't stop
[02:03.84] You're better off dead, let the gun go, pop
[02:06.76] You see this next one, yeah, it's aimed at you
[02:08.62] And everybody else, that wishes they could be me, too
[02:11.28] I got problems, homie
[02:12.60] Well Diggy does, too, I don't mean to brag (huh?)
[02:14.99] But lately, I been reading the room
[02:16.33] See Diggy do, what he gotta do
[02:18.71] Fly to Arkansas to beat some ass, then a dig a tomb
[02:20.84] Catch the next flight home by the afternoon
[02:23.51] Play a sold-out show in the PNW
[02:25.90] (That's right)
[02:26.70] See, that's my life, no matter how I live it
[02:29.09] You can catch my vibe, but I know you'll never fit it
[02:31.48] You could walk that line
[02:33.07] But the cash, we'll never split it
[02:34.40] Here's Johnny
[02:35.20] No, quit it
[02:36.26] It's Diggy, bitch, getting witty with it
[02:37.32] Yeah, I'm shining, always rhyming
[02:39.18] The intangible
[02:39.98] Every line I ever spit, becomin' flammable
[02:41.57] You're a bitch, and I'm a dog
[02:43.43] I guess we're animals
[02:44.49] But jaws drop, when I rap
[02:46.35] Break your mandible
[02:47.42] (Ahahaha)
[02:47.95] I think I'm seeing ghosts again
[02:50.09] In my home again, all alone again, I rot
[02:53.28] Thoughts in my head, in my head, won't stop
[02:55.93] You're better off dead, let the gun go, pop
[02:58.59] Think I'm seeing ghosts again
[03:00.71] In my home again, all alone again, I rot
[03:03.37] Thoughts in my head, in my head, won't stop
[03:05.76] You're better off dead, let the gun go, pop
[03:08.42] (Ahh)
