GraveDigger Songtext
von BONES
GraveDigger Songtext
Fye, you goin′ crazy on this bitch
FTP Records, sign or die
It's raw when you need cash only
I can′t be a superhero, I don't save a bitch (bitch)
And we came glacier so your bitch favorite (yes)
News goin' up and unlike you, no I don′t pay for it (no)
Our magic on the stage, baby, I Chris Angel it (what?)
Up in smoke (smoke), bones going ghost (ghost)
This rap game like a bitch, she gon′ love you 'til she don′t
Bulletproof the ghost, fuck it, armor out the Chevy
Blaze around, tucked high to pistol, grip it, I don't window wave
Five percent on the tint, feigning ′til I get a hit
Slide until we catch 'em slip, lie to m′ like a bitch
Right-hand green, left-hand red, I'm playing gam's with you
You ain′t built for life, you the type to split the day with it
Shame, what a shame, how we left him in the rain (what?)
Shakin′ like a controller when your health getting drained
RIP, RIP, I let it rain
Pull up on me, come find me, now I'm away
Got some charges I don′t need, but fuck it, I paid the fee
What's the use of having green if you can′t swiftly make 'em bleed?
Bitch it′s like that (that)
She sent a thousand texts, but I don't type back too
I don't like that (what?)
Livin′ hell inside my cranium, I pack it like a stadium
I′m twitching from the nosebleeds, the planet I am blaming 'em
The waves, let me lay in ′em, the graves, let me play in 'em
My life is a game, I don′t never wanna play again
FTP Records, sign or die
It's raw when you need cash only
I can′t be a superhero, I don't save a bitch (bitch)
And we came glacier so your bitch favorite (yes)
News goin' up and unlike you, no I don′t pay for it (no)
Our magic on the stage, baby, I Chris Angel it (what?)
Up in smoke (smoke), bones going ghost (ghost)
This rap game like a bitch, she gon′ love you 'til she don′t
Bulletproof the ghost, fuck it, armor out the Chevy
Blaze around, tucked high to pistol, grip it, I don't window wave
Five percent on the tint, feigning ′til I get a hit
Slide until we catch 'em slip, lie to m′ like a bitch
Right-hand green, left-hand red, I'm playing gam's with you
You ain′t built for life, you the type to split the day with it
Shame, what a shame, how we left him in the rain (what?)
Shakin′ like a controller when your health getting drained
RIP, RIP, I let it rain
Pull up on me, come find me, now I'm away
Got some charges I don′t need, but fuck it, I paid the fee
What's the use of having green if you can′t swiftly make 'em bleed?
Bitch it′s like that (that)
She sent a thousand texts, but I don't type back too
I don't like that (what?)
Livin′ hell inside my cranium, I pack it like a stadium
I′m twitching from the nosebleeds, the planet I am blaming 'em
The waves, let me lay in ′em, the graves, let me play in 'em
My life is a game, I don′t never wanna play again
Writer(s): Andrew Rincon, Matthew Armijo, Elmo O'connor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com