Fresh New Trash

[Verse 1: Sims] I’ve been making my story while they’re waiting on glory They speak with strays and got a lot to blame Hey, alright okay You’re still yelling out without nothing to say, huh? What you trying to stop the rain? It won’t let up It’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 built with rubble while you fumbled your crown Hey, alright okay Because everything is that way, okay? [Verse 2: Cecil Otter] 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 fulla storms Mean mugs fulla 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 [Hook: POS] 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 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 [Verse 3: POS] 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 shaking 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 you turn yours Burn more I just keep the floors full Unlocked No score kept No bullshit [Verse 4: Dessa] I been boom I been bust I rep Doom Til I’m dust And yes this ship rumbles and rusts But the engine still runs It’s all friends here, all love why don’t you roll with us? A passion, a purpose, a business It’s personal, witness the cursive it’s written in Crossed t’s and dotted i’s Not a lot allotted time Gotta try to get your lines right Don’t mind that sinister sky Just let the spinnaker fly [Verse 5: Mike Mictlan] We get our songs out And what we got is what we got No amount of food is falling out the side of our mouths Rhymes come out And the food goes in If we flop then we don’t win The label takes an L This isn’t indie rap This is 10 years Stress and tears Sweat and fears Acceptance from our friends and peers And everything that’s brought 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 anytime “It’s win, lose or tie” Still Doomtree til I die Even after death and dirt Let em know who said it first And put it on your favorite shirt Rap Won’t Save You Sell em absolution with a verse [Hook]