Red Vineyard

By Diggy Graves

Released on October 24, 2024

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[Chorus]

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)


[Verse 1]

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"


[Chorus]

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)


[Verse 2]

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 fucking 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 fucking eyes and takes 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 feat, like Dexter, I'm an animal, call me, "Bone collector"

Diggy necromancing bitches, summon witches for dancers

I got a couple skellys 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


[Chorus]

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)


[Verse 3]

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, I'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, becomming 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)


[Chorus]

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)