South Pole Ain't Comin Back - Ghostemane

Grand MA MA burgundy red

Sittin on 22 chrome

Blackened the windows so you can not see what’s goin on

12s in the trunk and they Makin the block bump

The schema da posse make even the softest kids wanna shoot sum

Floridian blood

But ima alien

Alienated from the clicks and the klans even tho they dead ain’t comin back

So fuck what chu rep and u rap

Ain’t nuttin dat u do slap

I roll up a dutchie cuz I don’t fuck wit tha woods in the back

See I been rollin up and smokin and sippin every thang

And I ain’t even gon pretend that it’s for easin the pain

Cuz I got so you used to pain

That I can’t even feel a thang

Walkin in the middle of the interstate not a thought in my brain

Rollin up on my block while I’m coppin some head on the road

11 mph in a 30 mile an hour zone

Don’t pick up the phone no matter who it be they can hold

I’m makin up for suicidal thoughts in my bedroom

You aspire to be and Occultist I aspire to fly

Together we can accomplish nothin but homicide

Take a ride in the donk and don’t ask no question of where we go

My trunk holdin More then 12s that’s all that u need to know

My trunk holdin More then 12s that’s all that u need to know