Lyrics of ' Red Vineyard ' by Diggy Graves

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

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 pain 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

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 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, 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 feat, like Dexter, I'm an animal, call me bone collector
Diggy necromancing bitches, summon witches for dancers
I got a couples skellys hanging in my closet
I found them 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, 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
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't catch me vibe
But I know you'll never fit it, you could walk that line
But the cash'll never split it, Here's Johnny
No, quit it, it's Diggy, bitch, gettign witty with it
Yeah, I'm shinning, 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

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