One Man's Trash

And when you find yourself lost
Fuck all that
Because I'm a lost cause
Strap my Benz on the high rock
Burn it down, let it rot

I'm not a hero, don't save me
And I want you to hate me
I want to see you as my enemy and get angry
Have you thinking that you can't take me
Dead by any and every measure
Cut the censor and make it sound better
Empires at the feet of my Fender
Screaming to me one man's trash is another man's
Treasure
You can't find me, I'm lost
Send a rescue mission
For the treasure
When I find it it's gonna fuck me up
It makes me dumb, should I just give it up
And start chasing another one

And these dead soul moths want my Vuittons
And my goddamn Ventimonts
I'm a fuckboy, no Hinata
So I got no drama
Aye, when my mic's off I go nuts,
My life when I grind for it every night
Tell me who's the real monster in disguise
I think I've been a monster the whole time
Bad sign
When I'm inside
That means I'm plotting all my war crimes
That means I'm making time with your time
I do not like to waste mine
Rick Grimes on my goddamn waistline
I play with the fate of mankind
How the fuck they think I'm high up in the Alpines
They try to run and hide
As if I'd ever go blind
I need a sweater, it's nasty weather
My gas leather, I got this shit from the Nether
I'm on star, baby, I'd never
I took my story ender

So I'ma end up dead
By any and every measure
Cut the censor and make it sound better
Empires at the feet of my Fender
They label me the nonstop finesser
If the opp is a broken record
I spin the boy in a blender
And talk to my elders
I don't think they'll ever shut the fuck up
About how one man's trash is another man's
Treasure
You can't find me, I'm lost
Send a rescue mission
For the treasure
When I light my phone up
And my blood thinned out on the rug
Ain't check her for the only gun
Treasure
It must be a X on my chest
So they miss my head
Treasure
Missed the shot, so the boy ain't dead
How lucky am I