Testo Deathwrap - Ghostemane
Testo della canzone Deathwrap (Ghostemane), tratta dall'album For the Aspiring Occultist
22 times a day, I think about swinging from a tree
And carving my name in the trunk, and nobody give a fuck
They just watching me hang, everybody think it's a game
Until a pussy Motherfucker witta gun go insane
And you won't see me in a cemetery, that's where I came from
I ain't tryna go back up under that stone with my name
The only thing I see in my brain is the face of my pops
He tellin' me this and he tellin' me that, I swear to me that shit never stops
And 22 times a day, I think about swinging from a tree
And carving my name in the trunk, and nobody give a fuck
They just watching me hang, everybody think it's a game
Until a pussy motherfucker wit' a gun go insane
And bitch, I'm scheming like a mothafuckin' villain you claiming you killin'
Never be seeing the gats or the bodies you claim in yo' lyrics
Y'all motherfuckers don't got no shit but you rapping a big game
I know it be hard to be keeping it real when you fabricate everything
I kick it with nobody, 'cause nobody stay watching my six
I'm putting up nobody on a pedestal, nobody my clique
I'm dreaming about all the shit that I really wanna do when I get old
Like drop out of life, become a monk and study the eightfold
22 times a day, I think about swinging from a tree
And carving my name in the trunk, and nobody give a fuck
They just watching me hang, everybody think it's a game
Until a pussy motherfucker wit' a gun go insane
Shouts out to all the Kreeps
Shouts out to the motherfuckin' Hypebeasts talking shit on me
Fucking talking shit on Schema the Posse, bitch
I just got one thing to say to
Y'all lucky your motherfucking mama paid your phone bill
That's all so you can talk all that shit on the web, bitch, you suck ass
Scheming like a mothafuckin' villain you claiming you killin'
Never be seeing the gats or the bodies you claim in yo' lyrics
Y'all motherfuckers don't got no shit but you rapping a big game
I know it be hard to be keeping it real when you fabricate everything
I kick it with nobody, 'cause nobody stay watching my six
I'm putting up nobody on a pedestal, nobody my clique
I'm dreaming about all the shit that I really wanna do when I get old
Like drop out of life, become a monk and study the eightfold
I ain't did a thing, since I been locked up in this room
With not a thing, 'cept a shotty on my side
Two shells on my bedside table might pull a Cobain'
See, I gotta lotta things going on in my brain
Gotta lotta good shit and bad, sometimes all I really wanna do
Is put that double-barrel 20 gauge up to my head
Is it more to life than being pissed off
And alone in my mind with nobody to tell me, "Chill, mane!"
The silver linings hard to find like bibles in my domain
Montecristo and Hennessey keepin' my head on straight
This very moment, if you a jit then you wouldn't know shit
About how a real motherfucker zonin'
It's a sin, my darling, how I love you
Because I know our love can never be
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Writer(s): Eric Whitney
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