Nevada till da end
I keep a cutter like Nevada, cutter like Nevada Cutter like Nevada, cutter like Nevada Cutter like Nevada, cutter like Nevada Cutter like Nevada, cutter like Nevada Leave you in Nevada, leave you in Nevada Leave you in Nevada, leave you in Nevada Leave you in Nevada, leave you in Nevada Leave you in Nevada, leave you in Nevada [Verse 1: Ghost Mountain] Bury me out in the back Desert scape, left rottin’ in a broken shack Nothing left but the hum crawlin’ out the hills Take me south, red house with the open fields See them in the headlights on the empty road Death Valley, man-eating like Tsavo Skin dashboard, bones on the console Catch you with my cutter, bury you behind the school Haunted Mound Candles lifted when we come around Scarecrows at the impound 4 a.m. when we take the town Sematary and Ghost Mound Sunset across the fairground Night cry out, no time now This is Grave House, boy, it’s what we about [Chorus: Ghost Mountain] I keep a cutter like Nevada, cutter like Nevada Cutter like Nevada, cutter like Nevada Cutter like Nevada, cutter like Nevada Cutter like Nevada, cutter like Nevada (Ahh) Leave you in Nevada, leave you in Nevada Leave you in Nevada, leave you in Nevada Leave you in Nevada, leave you in Nevada Leave you in Nevada, leave you in Nevada [Verse 2: Sematary] I been rockin’ back and ♥♥♥♥♥♥’ forth in the corner I been getting super ♥♥♥♥♥♥’ gone ’til the mornin’ (Ahh) You believe in life, you’re a dumb ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ If you really wanna try, we will run you over I been coughing up blood, dyin’ at McDonald’s I been mixing Benadryl and Tussin in my Monster (In my monster) I’m glad the world’s burnin’, I believe in monsters I been in my Grave House, posted with my cutter Need some brass knuckles and I need a shotgun I’m a Skellington, ridin’ out in a black truck I been drinking Jaguar, and Red Bull, and Vodka Hundred million dead cops, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ everyone I’m in Trevor mode, I will always say «♥♥♥♥ the world» We don’t give a ♥♥♥♥, you can die, you can rot alone 3 a.m. gang, you know why you’re runnin’ Bury you behind the church, down in Nevada