Diggy Graves - Red Vineyard

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 paint 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