Trash
Well, look at me, look at me, I'm the boss
I know everybody, I can take you to the top
TikTok, TikTok or else you get dropped
I can't dance to your song, that's not hot
I bet you'll never hear this on the radio, it's crazy though
I guess I need to start handing out some fellatio
Say that, do this but don't do that
Just don't be yourself 'cause that is whack
All they want is fucking money, money, money
They don't care if hands get bloody, bloody, bloody
Sign right here, have no fear, buddy
Then they drag you through the dirt 'til it hurts
I didn't know the gimmicks sold tickets
I guess that's what you do when you're here for a minute
Emo's back! What? I thought it was new?
Dude, that's so 2002
All they want is fucking money, money, money
They don't care if hands get bloody, bloody, bloody
Sign right here, have no fear, buddy
Then they drag you through the dirt 'til it hurts
Designer suits but they're still scummy, scummy, scummy
They've got it all but they wanna rob it from me
It's fucked up and it sucks, but it's true
All they care about is money, money, money
Trash
I know everybody, I can take you to the top
TikTok, TikTok or else you get dropped
I can't dance to your song, that's not hot
I bet you'll never hear this on the radio, it's crazy though
I guess I need to start handing out some fellatio
Say that, do this but don't do that
Just don't be yourself 'cause that is whack
All they want is fucking money, money, money
They don't care if hands get bloody, bloody, bloody
Sign right here, have no fear, buddy
Then they drag you through the dirt 'til it hurts
I didn't know the gimmicks sold tickets
I guess that's what you do when you're here for a minute
Emo's back! What? I thought it was new?
Dude, that's so 2002
All they want is fucking money, money, money
They don't care if hands get bloody, bloody, bloody
Sign right here, have no fear, buddy
Then they drag you through the dirt 'til it hurts
Designer suits but they're still scummy, scummy, scummy
They've got it all but they wanna rob it from me
It's fucked up and it sucks, but it's true
All they care about is money, money, money
Trash
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Potter, Daniel Dorney, Jack Metcalfe
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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