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Diggy Graves
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kyler Lee Hecker
Songwriter
Lyrics
We have gathered her today to honor
The life and memory of Diggy Graves
Although, no longer with us
He will live on in our hearts and in our thoughts
Each of us, be at a member of
Man, gimme the fucking mic
I hope the sheep stay quiet before I get reminded
Of why you thank God in the first place (preach)
My violence, you know I miss the silence
Feeding lamb to a vegan on my birthday (ha)
I know my ray bands hide me from the sun right now
Cop a raygun, zombies fill the club right now
All the opps gon' feel that sub right now
Not talking 'bout the bass, but the blood pipe down
I'm cold, cold, yeah, I know
Lost my soul couple years ago
When I die, I'll come alive, crash my goddamn funeral
If I roll, roll, in this grave
That's where I dance, that's where I stay
That's home, home either way
That's where I dance, that's where I lay
Everybody clap your hands, dance on top of my grave
Tell the band to play my fans a song to ease the pain
Champagne showers for the flowers drowning out in vain
Dead and gone, so sing along, we'll dance it out in the rain
Everybody, clap your hands shake that ass to the bass
Throw some bands for the man who cannot be replaced
Champagne showers for the flowers drowning out in vain
Dead and gone, so sing along, we'll dance it out in the rain
I'm the reason why the light's flickering
When I enter the bedroom, I'm sicker than the nights
Spent in restrooms lying on the floor of some motel room
Can you where I'm at? You'll be dead soon
Like a psychopath, I'm watching this psycho rap
A body in this cellophane, I call it clean rap
Ayo Norman, can you rewind the tapes back
So maybe I can master Bates on my way back
I'm cold, cold, yeah, I know man fuck that shit
My soul is froze, my brain keeps begging me for bullet holes
But every time I go to shoot these eyes won't close
I'm cold, cold, yeah, I know 'til my last breath
I'll let it hold, see, I'm not resting 'til my story's told
I'll leave it in the grave where the dirt turns gold
I'm cold, cold, yeah, I know
Lost my soul couple years ago
When I die, I'll come alive, crash my goddamn funeral
If I roll, roll, in this grave
That's where I dance, that's where I stay
That's home, home either way
That's where I dance, that's where I lay
Everybody, clap your hands, dance on top of my grave
Tell the band to play my fans a song to ease the pain
Champagne showers for the flowers drowning out in vain
Dead and gone, so sing along, we'll dance it out in the rain
Everybody, clap your hands, shake that ass to the bass
Throw some bands for the man who cannot be replaced
Champagne showers for the flowers drowning out in vain
Dead and gone, so sing along, we'll dance it out in the rain
Written by: Kyler Lee Hecker