Omens - Cemetery Drive

There’s bad omens in the air tonight

Stars fall like satellites

Lights flashing before my eyes

And I might, I might, I might die

I thrive off bad advice

Broken limbs for the sacrifice

Sawed off like shoddy pipes

And I might, I might, I might die

What you gonna' do when you gotta' face the locusts?

Everybody gone, everybody just rodents

Broken down, the parted sea is closing

Hopeless now, departed, leaving Moses

Wait for intermission I guess?

Slave to superstition, oh yes

The reapers deposition is next

Meeting the mortician I bet

You ever think you’re gonna' see a person?

Then you see them walking and you certain

Coincidence?

The incident had purpose

The stars align and now you treading nervous

I am not superstitious, not a little 'stitious

Friends still insisting on a intervention

Don’t believe in luck, just intuition

I don’t pick up pennies unless they’re mint condition

I’m walking under ladders, never climb that shit

Break glass mirrors, never eyeing that shit

Y’all wishing on stars like you know it’s coming true

I spill all the salt, then throw it on your wounds

Knock, knock on wood, that’s hot

Cos' I thought the beat was good, that’s Dotte

I stomp all on the cracks, that’s fine

Blow out your mamma’s back, oh my

Cross my heart and hope to die

That’s when I feel most alive

Fuck you and your omens

What I told em, can’t control my life

I ain’t scared of no ghost

I ain’t scared of no ghost, or no man

Cem Drive do the most

Dead boys on the go, fuck your omens

I ain’t scared of no ghost

I ain’t scared of no ghost, or no man

Cem Drive do the most

Dead boys on the go, fuck your omens

Not to get spiritual with it, but I’m getting spiritual with it

But I ain’t believe in no miracles

Shit I ain’t fearing no witness above

And I’m loving it, sin is a drug

I been losing my shit on God though yeah

Switching up the pitch on a high note yeah

Omen’s creeping, sheesh really I don’t care

Life’s so frail, the light’s going to fail

Put me on today, don’t want to wait

Can I get a ándale!

I’m on the way

Can I get a song with Dre?

Calling favors in

I been slaving man, honestly

Ought to lay low though, where I can see

All the fuckery and what not to be

And that’s not to be a prick about it

Just won’t pick your route it’s not for me

I ghost ride the whip

Hoping I find you

I ain’t cosigning shit

They all so pious

They all so biased

Hope when I die it’s a pack of blacks, some green tea and my lighter

Need a little soul food in my diet

Cos' I don’t got no soul dude, I can’t find it

I don’t give a fuck about you

Fuck about me

Fucking round we —

Knuckle up and punch you down b

Hacking lungs from smoking Sour D

Now the demons coming out me

Oh lord I ain’t fit for heaven

Lone soul know it’s all predestined

Breathe in just take a second

Feel the spirits all take concession

They down to roll but they hate the message

I ain’t scared of no ghost

I ain’t scared of no ghost, or no man

Cem Drive do the most

Dead boys on the go, fuck your omens

I ain’t scared of no ghost

I ain’t scared of no ghost, or no man

Cem Drive do the most

Dead boys on the go, fuck your omens