Trench Coat - Ghostemane

Ridin' 'round town with no lights on

Bumpin' DarkThrone out my Audi A4

Pentagram on my shawty torso

Nails on my neck 'bout blood-soaked

I ain’t got no heart, it’s still in Moscow

You must not be flame if you got smoke

Blood so cold, where my trench coat?

Wait until they see what’s in my—

Wait until they see what’s in my trench coat

Wait until they see what’s in my trench coat

Wait until they see what in my trench coat

Wait until they see what’s in my—

Ever since I was a fetus, I knew that I could be this reincarnated elated

Crowley

I’m misunderstood and I’m proud about it now

I’m roundin' up all the calloused and malice and puttin' em all up in a palace

Call it the White House, no power balance

Now let me get another shot at living, and I’ll never take it for granted again

I swear to what?

None!

Hallway greeted with a gun

How has it come to this?

Everybody run!

Police will put you in a wooden box in the ground if you look at 'em wrong in

the wrong part of town

But a motherfucker with a gun at a campus blastin' away at the staff and masses

you’ll—

Let, live on again, with no regrets

Oh, bet

Who the fuck let you paint the land all red?

It’s all a mess, I’m just a guest

Go blast, your local press

And kill 'em all, kill 'em all

Wait until they see what’s in my trench coat

Wait until they see what’s in my trench coat

Wait until they see what up my trench coat

Wait until they see what’s in my trench coat

Wait until they see what’s in my trench coat

Wait until they see what’s in my trench coat

Wait until they see what’s in my trench coat

Wait until they see what’s in my—