GHOSTEMANE, Getter — Grain

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I’m that mothafuckin’ mane with the silver mane
Game changed
Grain on everything you see my face on, I’m not the same
I’m that level eleven mage, with no lock on my rage
I wanted to spread the meaning of life, so I got it tatted on my face
I used to give a fuck about the love I was getting from bitches
Now, I only smile when a bitch asphyxiating
I’m deaf to kids who criticize me, but have a day job they hate
Bitch, go lay in traffic and wait for something to flatten your fuckin face

I was broke and sad
Now, I’m rich and sad (rich and sad)
The discontent I have ain’t got no price tag (no price tag)
Ay, money don’t mean shit, fuck all of the racks (racks)
Bitches treat me different, now, I’m over that
I never saw a demon till I met a label rep
I’m blackmage till I die, fuck all of the rest
I fell in love in Prague till I went to Budapest
I’m tryna see the earth then die, fuck retirement

On the way to an early grave
Just like everyone I know, but we cannot be saved (not be saved)
I’m the mage, King of sodomy (sodomy)
Open up the portal into Hades then I’ll leave (then I’ll leave)
Don’t you pray for me, I believe (I believe)
In a cause and effect universe, give and receive (and receive)
Ay, alchemy, mental alchemy
Is the only way to live on the physical plane