Ghostemane - Bucketlist

Why you keep digging it ain't that deep?
Acting all pressed like a ghost man G.
Cooking up lies 'cause it ain't no tea.
Bet it's all cap on me,
Bitch y'all got me fucked up,
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked.
Y'all got me fucked up,
Fucked up, fucked
up, fucked.
Y'all got me fucked up,
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked.
Y'all got me fake deep,
Fake deep, fake deep,
Fake
deep.
New flow,
Not with a new ghost.
Twenty fifties slap on the floor.
Now all these labels chasing like a hoe.
I told them no and that's
How it's gon' go.
I got a run and I
Don't need no ends.
Piece of this album for how many M's?
BLKMG like this.
E-every shot that I take don't miss.
Talk shit, then
Look at your book at this.
I put a check in there
About spot twenty-six.
Don't blink or you might well miss.
Unsigned boy with a band like the Swiss.
Bring it all back with a brand new twist.
Put a ghost clone in a dirt-slit wrist.
Fuck with my kids,
I'ma spray you like mist.
Diamond Milap,
I don't need no bitch.
Burn a motherfucker,
Listen up and don't forget it.
It's a mission for the million
Dollar check up in a minute.
Spend a million words a minute.
If I'm feeling I'ma hit it.
Listen, keep speculating and gossiping,
Y'all got me fucked up,
Fucked up, fucked
up, fucked.
Y'all got me fucked up, fucked
Up, fucked up, fucked.
Y'all got me fucked up,
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked.
Y'all got me fake deep,
Fake deep, fake deep, fake deep.
B to the L K
M
G.
Ain't got shit to prove.
From the other side bitch.
You already know what
The fuck I'm talking about.
You already
Know what the fuck I'm talking about