Red Vineyard

Oh my God, I cannot believe
It is, Diggy fucking Graves
And, there goes Jason. producing his beat again

I think I'm seeing ghosts, again
In my home, again
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
Alone again, I rot
Thoughts in my head, in my head
Won't stop
You're better off dead, let the gun go

Why you screaming, ladies?
You know that, 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 been twisted, in the head
Ever since, I could write
Ever since, I learned to walk
I started running, from life
I'm trying to haunt, my way to fame
Call me, poltergeist

I think I'm seeing ghosts, again
In my home, again
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
Alone again, I rot
Thoughts in my head, in my head
Won't stop
You're better off dead, let the gun go

You missed me?
Yeah, well, I'd 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
Goddammit, 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 feet, 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
I found 'em dancing in a grave, so I robbed it
I think they like me, if I'm being dead honest
Cold-hearted bag of bones, yeah, I'm rotten

I think I'm seeing ghosts, again
In my home, again
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
Alone again, I rot
Thoughts in my head, in my head
Won't stop
You're better off dead, let the gun go

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
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
Alone again, I rot
Thoughts in my head, in my head
Won't stop
You're better off dead, let the gun go

It's Diggy, bitch