Trash!

Bitch i'm trash i ain't nothing good it's sad that's i'm misunderstood i walk around but wear my hood look down at the ground and stay six foot

Fuckoff i dont give a fuck about ya feelings (no) i dont give a fuck about my life can someone kill me (woah)

Imma zombie in a coma always been a lonely stona,if you tryna be a snake you out of luck cuz i'm a cobra imma have you shook up like you runnin with a soda bitch it's over i be sick cuz i'm smoka breaking down like a toyota
Why now why now why now why now why
I cant provide what you need from me and we need speak why cant you just let me be



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Writer(s): Blake Armstrong
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