Diggy Graves - Red Vineyard

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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" (Pop, 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)

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"