GRAVE SMOKE
Deadfolk Prophet
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Yeah light that shit up
If hell had a club we would headline
Welcome to the graveyard shift
I am that ghost in the bassline floating obscene
Eyes red flame lungs full of green
I do not stress I combust routine
Got smoke so thick it rewrote the scene
Pump that kick let it haunt your spine
Graveyard rave about to blow your mind
Devils dance when I drop that rhyme
Weed fueled prophet at the edge of time
Mirror cracked when I laughed too loud
Ghosts cheer up when I spark that loud
Fuck your job fuck your rent fuck pain
We just vibe in the acid rain
Grave smoke yeah bassline bleed
Stone cold high on demon weed
Turn that up let the floorboards shake
We are not scared we awake
Grave smoke yeah fuck your fear
Light one up disappear
Hands up high souls on fire
We smoke till the sun retire
House of bones yeah the speakers moan
Bass hit deep like the devils tone
Lungs like ovens I bake that truth
Cough out ghosts in the vocal booth
Fuck your rules I twist my fate
Glow in the dark like a sinners saint
Halloween smoke with a cherry tip
Trippy as fuck I am losing grip
Skulls in the crowd eyes all glazed
Beat drops heavy like a demons praise
I do not run from fear I hotbox death
Each hit feel like a holy breath
Bassline breathing spirits humming
Weed gods laugh cause the world still running
Ashes fall my soul still buzzing
High as sin and twice as loving
Grave smoke yeah bassline bleed
Stone cold high on demon weed
Fuck that pain we alive tonight
Every ghost in the room feel right
Grave smoke yeah scream that name
Light it up let it burn your shame
We are not dying we just free
Getting stoned for eternity
Yeah
One puff closer to god
Or whatever the fuck that means