作曲 : 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)