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Yuh\nI'm in my feelings, eating peelings of tobacco\nWhere the backhoe might as well just do my dirt\nI'm not waiting\n\nI'm digging up a pit for me to die inside of\nCause I don't trust these shaky hands\nI'm digging through your little stack of lies that piled up\nSo you don't have to face me man I'll do it for you\nI got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo\nI got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo\nI got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo, yuh\n\nWhen I die, fuck it I want to go to hell\nCause I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fuckin' tell\n\nThe day is over your head full of cerebral Kaijus\nShe tries to comfort you and read your eyes to see inside you\nShe sees your hurt so she decides to\nGive you a hug and seeks to find you\nAs you proceed to feed your ceaseless cycle\nSuck at this shit, drowning in shit\nSick of you working the doubts that you get\nBroken as shit and you doubt that you'll fix\nDiagnosed back in 2006\nRoutine got you in a hole and you help diggin' it\nStarted off small and now you fit in it, yuh\nYeah, I never seen you crawlin' out the bitterness\nIs it a lack of balls or just intellect?\nShe goin' through a lot of pain too\nDealing with her shit as well\nShe doesn't toss her two cents into wishing wells\nShe wish you well\nThe day is over your head full of cerebral Kaiju's\nShe's sick of trying to save you all the time\nBelieves it's idle\nThe day is over your head full of cerebral Kaiju's\nTonight's the last time that she'll sleep beside you\n\nI'm digging up a pit for me to die inside of\nCause I don't trust these shaky hands\nI'm digging through your little stack of lies that piled up\nSo you don't have to face me man I'll do it for you\nI got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo\nI got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo\nI got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo, yuh","syncedLyrics":"[00:18.74] When everything is dead and done my people people people wanna piece of that pie, yuh\n[00:25.94] When everything decays rots, placed inside the safest spot inside the earth\n[00:31.58] Y'all find the time to find it's worth\n[00:34.04] Post-mortem, Postpartum, Post Baloney\n[00:36.91] Pray they fuckin' Post Malone me build a shrine, yuh\n[00:41.07] My mausoleum tall and steeped in what I used to fill the time\n[00:44.42] I shed the gloves, I'm building mine\n[00:46.82] Fuck waiting till I die\n[00:48.74] You little sheep, shouting about Little Peep\n[00:51.46] I bet you never liked a fucking song\n[00:54.47] You talking bout his face tats, up in yo mentions way back\n[00:58.39] And how you figured that, that shit it wasn't wrong\n[01:01.58] You motherfuckin' cowards could be hours from a cold slump of tissues\n[01:05.82] What's the difference when you die and leave this earth? Yuh\n[01:10.32] I'm in my feelings, eating peelings of tobacco\n[01:13.38] Where the backhoe might as well just do my dirt\n[01:15.98] I'm not waiting\n[01:18.30] I'm digging up a pit for me to die inside of\n[01:21.20] Cause I don't trust these shaky hands\n[01:25.56] I'm digging through your little stack of lies that piled up\n[01:28.73] So you don't have to face me man I'll do it for you\n[01:32.46] I got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo\n[01:36.12] I got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo\n[01:39.65] I got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo, yuh\n[01:46.55] When I die, fuck it I want to go to hell\n[01:49.78] Cause I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fuckin' tell\n[01:54.49] \n[02:02.27] The day is over your head full of cerebral Kaijus\n[02:05.96] She tries to comfort you and read your eyes to see inside you\n[02:09.37] She sees your hurt so she decides to\n[02:11.67] Give you a hug and seeks to find you\n[02:13.92] As you proceed to feed your ceaseless cycle\n[02:16.51] Suck at this shit, drowning in shit\n[02:18.45] Sick of you working the doubts that you get\n[02:20.24] Broken as shit and you doubt that you'll fix\n[02:22.18] Diagnosed back in 2006\n[02:24.25] Routine got you in a hole and you help diggin' it\n[02:27.80] Started off small and now you fit in it, yuh\n[02:31.72] Yeah, I never seen you crawlin' out the bitterness\n[02:34.99] Is it a lack of balls or just intellect?\n[02:37.63] She goin' through a lot of pain too\n[02:40.08] Dealing with her shit as well\n[02:41.95] She doesn't toss her two cents into wishing wells\n[02:44.53] She wish you well\n[02:46.47] The day is over your head full of cerebral Kaiju's\n[02:50.17] She's sick of trying to save you all the time\n[02:52.55] Believes it's idle\n[02:53.86] The day is over your head full of cerebral Kaiju's\n[02:57.26] Tonight's the last time that she'll sleep beside you\n[03:01.55] I'm digging up a pit for me to die inside of\n[03:04.76] Cause I don't trust these shaky hands\n[03:09.02] I'm digging through your little stack of lies that piled up\n[03:12.39] So you don't have to face me man I'll do it for you\n[03:15.73] I got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo\n[03:19.75] I got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo\n[03:23.44] I got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo, yuh\n[03:28.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dirge\n  artist: Rav\n  album: New Moon\n  duration_ms: 245000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: When everything is dead and done my people people people wanna piece of that pie, yuh\n  start_ms: 18740\n  end_ms: 25940\n- text: When everything decays rots, placed inside the safest spot inside the earth\n  start_ms: 25940\n  end_ms: 31580\n- text: Y'all find the time to find it's worth\n  start_ms: 31580\n  end_ms: 34040\n- text: Post-mortem, Postpartum, Post Baloney\n  start_ms: 34040\n  end_ms: 36910\n- text: Pray they fuckin' Post Malone me build a shrine, yuh\n  start_ms: 36910\n  end_ms: 41070\n- text: My mausoleum tall and steeped in what I used to fill the time\n  start_ms: 41070\n  end_ms: 44420\n- text: I shed the gloves, I'm building mine\n  start_ms: 44420\n  end_ms: 46820\n- text: Fuck waiting till I die\n  start_ms: 46820\n  end_ms: 48740\n- text: You little sheep, shouting about Little Peep\n  start_ms: 48740\n  end_ms: 51460\n- text: I bet you never liked a fucking song\n  start_ms: 51460\n  end_ms: 54470\n- text: You talking bout his face tats, up in yo mentions way back\n  start_ms: 54470\n  end_ms: 58390\n- text: And how you figured that, that shit it wasn't wrong\n  start_ms: 58390\n  end_ms: 61580\n- text: You motherfuckin' cowards could be hours from a cold slump of tissues\n  start_ms: 61580\n  end_ms: 65820\n- text: What's the difference when you die and leave this earth? 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Yuh\n[01:10.39] I'm in my feelings, eating peelings of tobacco\n[01:13.36] Where the backhoe might as well just do my dirt\n[01:15.94] I'm not waiting\n[01:18.39] I'm digging up a pit for me to die inside of\n[01:21.29] Cause I don't trust these shaky hands\n[01:25.53] I'm digging through your little stack of lies that piled up\n[01:28.70] So you don't have to face me man I'll do it for you\n[01:32.46] I got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo\n[01:36.19] I got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo\n[01:39.67] I got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo, yuh\n[01:46.59] When I die, fuck it I want to go to hell\n[01:49.74] Cause I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fuckin' tell\n[01:54.49] \n[02:02.20] The day is over your head full of cerebral Kaijus\n[02:05.91] She tries to comfort you and read your eyes to see inside you\n[02:09.39] She sees your hurt so she decides to\n[02:11.61] Give you a hug and seeks to find you\n[02:13.93] As you proceed to feed your ceaseless cycle\n[02:16.50] Suck at this shit, drowning in shit\n[02:18.43] Sick of you working the doubts that you get\n[02:20.25] Broken as shit and you doubt that you'll fix\n[02:22.10] Diagnosed back in 2006\n[02:24.22] Routine got you in a hole and you help diggin' it\n[02:27.82] Started off small and now you fit in it, yuh\n[02:31.75] Yeah, I never seen you crawlin' out the bitterness\n[02:34.92] Is it a lack of balls or just intellect?\n[02:37.67] She goin' through a lot of pain too\n[02:40.00] Dealing with her shit as well\n[02:41.99] She doesn't toss her two cents into wishing wells\n[02:44.55] She wish you well\n[02:46.48] The day is over your head full of cerebral Kaiju's\n[02:50.19] She's sick of trying to save you all the time\n[02:52.55] Believes it's idle\n[02:53.84] The day is over your head full of cerebral Kaiju's\n[02:57.24] Tonight's the last time that she'll sleep beside you\n[03:01.54] I'm digging up a pit for me to die inside of\n[03:04.74] Cause I don't trust these shaky hands\n[03:09.08] I'm digging through your little stack of lies that piled up\n[03:12.34] So you don't have to face me man I'll do it for you\n[03:15.71] I got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo\n[03:19.77] I got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo\n[03:23.42] I got my shovel, got my gloves, I got my tuxedo, yuh\n[03:28.72] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: dirge\n  artist: 'Kill Bill: The Rapper x Rav'\n  album: NEW MOON\n  duration_ms: 245000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: When everything is dead and done my people people people wanna piece of that pie, yuh\n  start_ms: 18710\n  end_ms: 25920\n- text: When everything decays rots, placed inside the safest spot inside the earth\n  start_ms: 25920\n  end_ms: 31530\n- text: Y'all find the time to find it's worth\n  start_ms: 31530\n  end_ms: 34090\n- text: Post-mortem, Postpartum, Post Baloney\n  start_ms: 34090\n  end_ms: 36980\n- text: Pray they fuckin' Post Malone me build a shrine, yuh\n  start_ms: 36980\n  end_ms: 41070\n- text: My mausoleum tall and steeped in what I used to fill the time\n  start_ms: 41070\n  end_ms: 44450\n- text: I shed the gloves, I'm building mine\n  start_ms: 44450\n  end_ms: 46800\n- text: Fuck waiting till I die\n  start_ms: 46800\n  end_ms: 48730\n- text: You little sheep, shouting about Little Peep\n  start_ms: 48730\n  end_ms: 51440\n- text: I bet you never liked a fucking song\n  start_ms: 51440\n  end_ms: 54460\n- text: You talking bout his face tats, up in yo mentions way back\n  start_ms: 54460\n  end_ms: 58390\n- text: And how you figured that, that shit it wasn't wrong\n  start_ms: 58390\n  end_ms: 61580\n- text: You motherfuckin' cowards could be hours from a cold slump of tissues\n  start_ms: 61580\n  end_ms: 65810\n- text: What's the difference when you die and leave this earth? 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