TrashMan

Only talking shit to instigate these other pussies
Hold that tongue and quit complaining
If it don't concern your clique
We're still overtly homophonous
And all my exes love this slang
Like paratroopers puffing putrid
Cough up clementine from bangers
Rehearse in rooms full of mirrors
And pass our time by buying grams
So self involved I neglected
My girlfriend's feelings and damaged
Any connection we had
To where we were both emotionally distant
Brain dead empty addiction
Was fueling most of my motives
Could never talk would look down
To ponder on what I've been doing
Can't even glance at your eyes
For more than a couple of seconds
Repeating stammered out phrases
And afraid of saying a sentence
Tried taking breaths unsuccessfully
Scatterbrained over thinking
I'm understating achievements
While holding back all my anger
I bottle personal problems
And now it bleeds in these pages

We the twin tandems
Designed to make anthems
We ain't got handguns
But you can catch these hands son
Making me handsome
From scars we ain't playing nun
Make it like an and one
Come and get your man's son
We the twin tandems
Designed to make anthems
We ain't got handguns
But you can catch these hands son
Making me handsome
From scars we ain't playing nun
Make it like an and one
Come and get your man's son

Neurotic author of nothing
Ambitious ambiguous bluffer
Fuck micro managing men
That manage their micro sized nuts
And can never keep it a hundred
Or learn a way to be frank
So anyways I started blasting as I went out the bank
Only got a couple hundred in my duffel bag buddy
And now I lounge around rockies
Holding up merchants for money
These wads of dollars will last me
Until I need a re-upping
Blue blooded bully veins bass
And his bleeding fists are percussion
Injecting junk like a fiend
Who's just too stubborn to quit
Yet will jest and joke about death
Till they get confronted with ending
Consistent consonant crammer
A fan of dungy aromas
Wasting today taking tablets
Waiting for enlightenment in comas
I'm spacing out on this acid
And burnt my thumbs on the lighter
Not nodding off trying to smoke
But forgot to spark it and might've
Maybe just ate it while fucking sleeping
Comatose from dope
Got cut up gums double bubble

We the twin tandems
Designed to make anthems
We ain't got handguns
But you can catch these hands son
Making me handsome
From scars we ain't playing nun
Make it like a and one
Come and get your man's son
We the twin tandems
Designed to make anthems
We ain't got handguns
But you can catch these hands son
Making me handsome
From scars we ain't playing nun
Make it like a and one
Come and get your man's son



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Writer(s): Hayden Cameron
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