Correction Lyrics Omens by Cemetery Drive

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[VERSE ONE - CHRIS WRIGHT]
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

[VERSE TWO - CLOUD MAC]
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
[VERSE THREE - THIAGO]
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
f*ck you and your omens
What I told em, can't control my life

[HOOK - WHYANDOTTE]
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, f*ck 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, f*ck your omens

[VERSE FOUR - MILES POWERS]
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 f*ckery 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
[VERSE FIVE - ATWOOD]
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 f*ck about you
f*ck about me
f*cking 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

[HOOK - WHYANDOTTE]
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, f*ck 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, f*ck your omens

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