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Correct Fresh New Trash Lyrics
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SIMS I been making my story while they waiting on glory They speak with strays and got a lot to blame Hey, alright okay You still yelling out without nothing to say, huh? What, you tryna stop the rain? It won't let up There's no set up It's only meta Hey, alright okay Strictly for the flame, I'm like fuck the fame, huh When it all comes tumbling down The man bui, t with rubble while you fumbled your crown Hey, alright okay 'Cause everything is that way, okay? CECIL We share the road with a mutual lack of shame We share our souls that are suited for laughs and pain Dancing for acid rain Fanning the flames underneath us Hoping it'll reach us Coping with the teacups full of storms Mean mugs full of hate We trudge through the storm We love to relate Affiliate Fake? Never, no way We shake out of our skin and make the great escape But wait, I need a little less in my headphones. No wait, I need a little more in my headphones. No wait, Man, I think I'll just head home Headstrong, reciting every word on my headstone STEF (Hook) Let it go Let it roll on past Don't hold back Understand it's over before you know Let it go Let it roll on past Don't hold back (x2) Yeah, and I'm feeling like fresh new trash Top of the can, out of the bag And scattered all over everything Nothing can last Beautiful, dash our pursuit of a path Clear of the garbage, hardly Boss me soft Watch me scoff Toss me, I just laugh Heavily cough Stop never, ain't no shakin' me off I chainsaw walls Laws for the rich ain't for me yet 'Til it's warm, we in the corner writing warnings making bets You by your lonely making threats Let you scar my open arms Try and teach my open head How to turn yours Burn more I just keep the floors full Unlocked, no score kept No bullshit DESSA I been boom I been bust I rep Doom 'Til I'm dust And yes, this shit rumbles and rusts But the engine still runs We're all friends, here, all love Why don't you roll with us? A passion, a purpose, a business It's personal Witness the curse as it's written with crossed t's and dotted I's Not allotted lotta time Gotta try and get your lines right Don't mind that sinister sky Just let the spinnaker fly. MIKE We get our songs out And what we got is what we got No amount of food is Falling out the side of our mouth Rhymes come out and the food goes in If we flop then we don't win The label takes and L This isn't indie rap This is ten years Stress and tears Sweat and fears Acceptance from our friends and peers And everything that's got us here It's written on my face You can see it when I close my eyes And sing a Dessa Darling line The realest thing I never wrote Quote me any time "It's win, lose, or tie" Still Doomtree 'til I die Even after death and dirt Let 'em know who said it first, then put it on your favorite shirt Rap won't save you Sell 'em absolution with a verse. (Hook)
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