Back from the dead
It's me this time
Bat to the head
Still have my mind
Well I was the stone
Then I was the dust
I died alone
Double decker bus
Now the lights are out, how about now I write how I think of ya how does that sound, now I won't back you up, statues in the background, now I'm saying batter up say what's up, the matter cuh? I'm Dracula
Staked it I'm dead in the heart
Staying alive for the art
Amateur artist don't matter I'm working hardest boutta bite back this bat ain't sat back blood flow, Moses, she don't wanna part of it
Pardon this bark I'm seeing red, holding this tombstone outside my deathbed
Death said come back so I left him on read
Though the doors closed I was invited in
I'll chop down the door then leave screaming red rum
I am the sun, I got not opps I don't open the door cause I am him
Dracula Dracula
Dracula Dracula
Dracula Dracula
Dracula Dracula
Reanimated corpse, name escapes no more from my lips, went ignored,
Now she sure wanting more
And though cursed I still swore
That in thoughts of depression I swore to depress it by saying she can't afford
Stake through the heart, Dracula tryna match ya
Infatuation in this situation is stationed next to my depressive sensations, obsessive intentions impressively ended upended don't mention some stayed where they started I guess I'm retarded, so carpet diem, I'll slide in her dms then release my demons if she is an angel call me a heathen
The Creed of Aphestus - Dracula Lyrics
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Back from the dead
It's me this time
Bat to the head
Still have my mind
Well I was the stone
Then I was the dust
I died alone
Double decker bus
Now the lights are out, how about now I write how I think of ya how does that sound, now I won't back you up, statues in the background, now I'm saying batter up say what's up, the matter cuh? I'm Dracula
Staked it I'm dead in the heart
Staying alive for the art
Amateur artist don't matter I'm working hardest boutta bite back this bat ain't sat back blood flow, Moses, she don't wanna part of it
Pardon this bark I'm seeing red, holding this tombstone outside my deathbed
Death said come back so I left him on read
Though the doors closed I was invited in
I'll chop down the door then leave screaming red rum
I am the sun, I got not opps I don't open the door cause I am him
Dracula Dracula
Dracula Dracula
Dracula Dracula
Dracula Dracula
Reanimated corpse, name escapes no more from my lips, went ignored,
Now she sure wanting more
And though cursed I still swore
That in thoughts of depression I swore to depress it by saying she can't afford
Stake through the heart, Dracula tryna match ya
Infatuation in this situation is stationed next to my depressive sensations, obsessive intentions impressively ended upended don't mention some stayed where they started I guess I'm retarded, so carpet diem, I'll slide in her dms then release my demons if she is an angel call me a heathen
It's me this time
Bat to the head
Still have my mind
Well I was the stone
Then I was the dust
I died alone
Double decker bus
Now the lights are out, how about now I write how I think of ya how does that sound, now I won't back you up, statues in the background, now I'm saying batter up say what's up, the matter cuh? I'm Dracula
Staked it I'm dead in the heart
Staying alive for the art
Amateur artist don't matter I'm working hardest boutta bite back this bat ain't sat back blood flow, Moses, she don't wanna part of it
Pardon this bark I'm seeing red, holding this tombstone outside my deathbed
Death said come back so I left him on read
Though the doors closed I was invited in
I'll chop down the door then leave screaming red rum
I am the sun, I got not opps I don't open the door cause I am him
Dracula Dracula
Dracula Dracula
Dracula Dracula
Dracula Dracula
Reanimated corpse, name escapes no more from my lips, went ignored,
Now she sure wanting more
And though cursed I still swore
That in thoughts of depression I swore to depress it by saying she can't afford
Stake through the heart, Dracula tryna match ya
Infatuation in this situation is stationed next to my depressive sensations, obsessive intentions impressively ended upended don't mention some stayed where they started I guess I'm retarded, so carpet diem, I'll slide in her dms then release my demons if she is an angel call me a heathen
Writer: Francisco Sanchez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid