He Already Dug It
Why all the hope?
He fucked he don't know, he thinking he dope, couldn't tell that he smoked
The way that he walking around with a rope, but no he ain't choked
I believe that the rope leads down destiny's throat, he's lacking the scope
To realize end of the day all he wrote
Yes it's baroque
I can't help what I see, I'm not tryna provoke
This ain't a joke
He's got a lot to fear unless he's the pope
Fate has now sowed
His statements today, tomorrow just quotes
He'll let out a croak
Over his body with sorrow a cloak
I watched how he'd boast
He ain't know tomorrow won't be able to gloat
Rather he'll float
In limbo cause his soul is stuck as ghost
Now I just mope
Cause I wish I could maybe pass him a note
How would he cope
Knowing that with him sweet death has eloped
Grave diggers sitting oh so brave
Pride the devil and it's you his slave
Fire's coming if you misbehave
Brave sinners digging they own grave
Man
I cannot condone the shit that is happening feeling like you can just somehow get by
Now you alone and stuck cause and it's evident that you got none so don't even try
Taking a loan will further cement you in sand and wash you away with the tide
Methaqualone must have done shit to your brain why dig the grave to your demise
Dragging your feet through the stone
Cold when it's hitting your bone, yeah
Wishing for God to atone
But he won't answer the phone, yeah
Captured in rope you were thrown
Pulling you in now it's shown, yeah
Even though now you bemoan
Blood that you spilled is your own, yeah, yeah
Dragging your feet feet through the stone
Cold when it's hitting your bone, yeah
Wishing for God to atone
But he won't answer the phone, yeah
Captured in rope you were thrown
Pulling you in now it's shown, yeah
Fire's coming if you misbehave
Brave sinners digging they own
Grave diggers sitting oh so brave
Pride the devil and it's you his slave
Fire's coming if you misbehave
Brave sinners digging they own grave
Grave diggers sitting oh so brave
Pride the devil and it's you his slave
Digging his grave
He his own chaperone
Hell is his place
Cause "Pride" on his
Rope 'round his waist
Tied to his tombstone
Falling from grace
Into the drop zone
Digging his grave
He his own chaperone
Hell is his place
Cause "Pride" on his Headstone
He fucked he don't know, he thinking he dope, couldn't tell that he smoked
The way that he walking around with a rope, but no he ain't choked
I believe that the rope leads down destiny's throat, he's lacking the scope
To realize end of the day all he wrote
Yes it's baroque
I can't help what I see, I'm not tryna provoke
This ain't a joke
He's got a lot to fear unless he's the pope
Fate has now sowed
His statements today, tomorrow just quotes
He'll let out a croak
Over his body with sorrow a cloak
I watched how he'd boast
He ain't know tomorrow won't be able to gloat
Rather he'll float
In limbo cause his soul is stuck as ghost
Now I just mope
Cause I wish I could maybe pass him a note
How would he cope
Knowing that with him sweet death has eloped
Grave diggers sitting oh so brave
Pride the devil and it's you his slave
Fire's coming if you misbehave
Brave sinners digging they own grave
Man
I cannot condone the shit that is happening feeling like you can just somehow get by
Now you alone and stuck cause and it's evident that you got none so don't even try
Taking a loan will further cement you in sand and wash you away with the tide
Methaqualone must have done shit to your brain why dig the grave to your demise
Dragging your feet through the stone
Cold when it's hitting your bone, yeah
Wishing for God to atone
But he won't answer the phone, yeah
Captured in rope you were thrown
Pulling you in now it's shown, yeah
Even though now you bemoan
Blood that you spilled is your own, yeah, yeah
Dragging your feet feet through the stone
Cold when it's hitting your bone, yeah
Wishing for God to atone
But he won't answer the phone, yeah
Captured in rope you were thrown
Pulling you in now it's shown, yeah
Fire's coming if you misbehave
Brave sinners digging they own
Grave diggers sitting oh so brave
Pride the devil and it's you his slave
Fire's coming if you misbehave
Brave sinners digging they own grave
Grave diggers sitting oh so brave
Pride the devil and it's you his slave
Digging his grave
He his own chaperone
Hell is his place
Cause "Pride" on his
Rope 'round his waist
Tied to his tombstone
Falling from grace
Into the drop zone
Digging his grave
He his own chaperone
Hell is his place
Cause "Pride" on his Headstone
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Writer(s): Xavier Taylor
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