Planet of the Grapes - Berried Alive, Lucas Mann

You’ll disappear

Like everyone that’s come before

Just another mother fucker in a drawer

At the morgue

You’ll disappear

You’ll disappear

You’ll disappear

Like everyone that’s come before

Just another mother fucker in a drawer

At the morgue

I’m the target of the starving artist

So slick with remarks because their fan base doesn’t grow

Beg my pardon even though they start it

So pick me apart if you just have to sink that low

No one sees the work I put in so they just assume I’m fake

If you’re not going to put the work in, shut the fuck up with your fucking hate

Shut the fuck up with your fucking hate

Practicing vocals, practicing vocals so I can get better and better and better

Practicing vocals, practicing vocals so I can get better and better and better

Practicing vocals, practicing vocals so I can get better and better and better

If that’s the case get your god on the phone

Replace pentagrams

With strawberry crossbones

I’m the target of the starving artist

So slick with remarks because their fan base doesn’t grow

Beg my pardon even though they start it

So pick me apart if you just have to sink that low

Go ahead talk more shit, go ahead talk more shit, stupid bitch

Go ahead, Go ahead, Go ahead

Dig yourself another ditch

Go ahead waste your time, go ahead waste that life, stupid bitch

Go ahead, Go ahead, Go ahead

All you’re doing is making me fucking rich

Go ahead talk more shit, go ahead talk more shit, stupid bitch

Go ahead, Go ahead, Go ahead

Dig yourself another ditch

Go ahead waste your time, go ahead waste that life, stupid bitch

Go ahead, Go ahead, Go ahead

All you’re doing is making me fucking rich

Go ahead talk more shit, go ahead talk more shit, stupid bitch

Go ahead, Go ahead, Go ahead

Dig yourself another ditch

Go ahead waste your time, go ahead waste that life, stupid bitch

Go ahead, Go ahead, Go ahead

All you’re doing is making me fucking rich

Waste that life