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