Lyrics South Pole Ain't Comin Back - Ghostemane

Grand MA MA burgundy red
Sittin on chrome
Blackened the windows so you can not see what's goin on
S 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
Mph in a 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 s that's all that you need to know