Read Red Vineyard Lyrics by Diggy Graves released on October 25, 2024, on Diggy Graves’s official YouTube channel. Red Vineyard was penned by Diggy Graves, and the music was also produced by Diggy Graves. Check out the lyrics below with the official music video
Diggy Graves – Red Vineyard Lyrics
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 Fu*cking Living Room, Finger Paint The Sky
Like A Beautiful, Bloody Massacre, Call It, “Starry Night”
“What The Fu*k? Yeah, What The Fu*k Is Right”
I’ve Been Twisted In The Head Ever Since I Could Write
Ever Since I Learned 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” (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)
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 Fu*king 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 Fu*king Eyes And Take Some Organs To Sell
“You’re Fu*ked 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 B!tches, 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
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)
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 A*s, 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’ll Never Split It, “Here’s Johnny”
No, Quit It, It’s Diggy, B!tch, Getting Witty With It
Yeah, I’m Shining, Always Rhyming, The Intangible
Every Line I Ever Spit, Becomming Flammable
You’re A B!tch And I’m A Dog, I Guess We’re Animals
But Jaws Drop When I Rap, Break Your Mandible (Ahahaha)
