When everything is dead and done my people people people wanna piece of that pie
Yuh
When everything decays rots, placed inside the safest spot inside the earth, y'all find the time to find it's worth
Post-mortem, Postpartum, Post Baloney
Pray they fuckin' Post Malone me build a shrine
Yuh
My mausoleum tall and steeped in what I used to fill the time
I shed the gloves, I'm building mine
Fuck waiting till I die
You little sheep, shouting about Little Peep
I bet you never liked a fucking song
You talking bout his face tats, up in yo mentions way back
And how you figured that, that shit it wasn't wrong
You motherfuckin' cowards could be hours from a cold slump of tissues
What's the difference when you die and leave this earth?
Yuh
I'm in my feelings, eating peelings of tobacco
Where the backhoe might as well just do my dirt
I'm not waiting
I'm digging up a pit for me to die inside of
Cause I don't trust these shaky hands (No, no, no, no, no, no)
I'm digging through your little stack of lies that piled up
So you don't have to face me man I'll do it for you
I got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo
I got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo
I got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo
Yuh
(When I die, fuck it I want to go to hell)
(Cause I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fuckin' tell)
♪
The day is over your head full of cerebral Kaijus
She tries to comfort you and read your eyes to see inside you
She sees your hurt so she decides to
Give you a hug and seeks to find you
As you proceed to feed your ceaseless cycle
Suck at this shit, drowning in shit
Sick of you working the doubts that you get
Broken as shit and you doubt that you'll fix
Diagnosed back in 2006
Routine got you in a hole and you help diggin' it
Started off small and now you fit in it
Yuh
Yeah, I never seen you crawlin' out the bitterness
Is it a lack of balls or just intellect?
Like she goin' through a lot of pain too
Dealing with her shit as well
She doesn't toss her two cents into wishing wells
She wish you well
The day is over your head full of cerebral Kaiju's
She's sick of trying to save you all the time
Believes it's idle
The day is over your head full of cerebral Kaiju's
Tonight's the last time that she'll sleep beside you
I'm digging up a pit for me to die inside of
Cause I don't trust these shaky hands (No, no, no, no, no, no)
I'm digging through your little stack of lies that piled up
So you don't have to face me man I'll do it for you
I got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo
I got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo
I got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo
Yuh
(When I die, fuck it I want to go to hell)
(Cause I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fuckin' tell)
♪
-Ok so, 100% chance of rain only for like the next half hour
Probably clear up pretty fast
These kind of heavy storms, ya know, they blow over