Red Vineyard

Music: Kyler Lee Hecker 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 ****ing living room, finger paint the sky Like a beautiful, bloody massacre, call it, "Starry Night" What the ****? Yeah, what the **** 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 ****ing 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 ****ing eyes, and take some organs to sell You're ****ed 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)