Lyrics Planet of the Grapes - Lucas Mann , Berried Alive

You'll disappear

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