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 F*ck 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