Doomtree - Fresh New Trash lyrics

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SIMS

I been making my story while they waiting on glory

They speak with strays and got a lot to blame

Hey, alright okay

You still yelling out without nothing to say, huh?

What, you tryna stop the rain?

It won't let up

There's no set up

It's only meta

Hey, alright okay

Strictly for the flame, I'm like fuck the fame, huh

When it all comes tumbling down

The man bui, t with rubble while you fumbled your crown

Hey, alright okay

'Cause everything is that way, okay?

CECIL

We share the road with a mutual lack of shame

We share our souls that are suited for laughs and pain

Dancing for acid rain

Fanning the flames underneath us

Hoping it'll reach us

Coping with the teacups full of storms

Mean mugs full of hate

We trudge through the storm

We love to relate

Affiliate

Fake? Never, no way

We shake out of our skin and make the great escape

But wait,

I need a little less in my headphones.

No wait,

I need a little more in my headphones.

No wait,

Man, I think I'll just head home

Headstrong, reciting every word on my headstone

STEF (Hook)

Let it go

Let it roll on past

Don't hold back

Understand it's over before you know

Let it go

Let it roll on past

Don't hold back (x2)

Yeah, and I'm feeling like fresh new trash

Top of the can, out of the bag

And scattered all over everything

Nothing can last

Beautiful, dash our pursuit of a path

Clear of the garbage, hardly

Boss me soft

Watch me scoff

Toss me, I just laugh

Heavily cough

Stop never, ain't no shakin' me off

I chainsaw walls

Laws for the rich ain't for me yet

'Til it's warm, we in the corner writing warnings making bets

You by your lonely making threats

Let you scar my open arms

Try and teach my open head

How to turn yours

Burn more

I just keep the floors full

Unlocked, no score kept

No bullshit

DESSA

I been boom

I been bust

I rep Doom

'Til I'm dust

And yes, this shit rumbles and rusts

But the engine still runs

We're all friends, here, all love

Why don't you roll with us?

A passion, a purpose, a business

It's personal

Witness the curse as it's written with crossed t's and dotted I's

Not allotted lotta time

Gotta try and get your lines right

Don't mind that sinister sky

Just let the spinnaker fly.

MIKE

We get our songs out

And what we got is what we got

No amount of food is Falling out the side of our mouth

Rhymes come out and the food goes in

If we flop then we don't win

The label takes and L

This isn't indie rap

This is ten years

Stress and tears

Sweat and fears

Acceptance from our friends and peers

And everything that's got us here

It's written on my face

You can see it when I close my eyes

And sing a Dessa Darling line

The realest thing I never wrote

Quote me any time

"It's win, lose, or tie"

Still Doomtree 'til I die

Even after death and dirt

Let 'em know who said it first, then put it on your favorite shirt

Rap won't save you

Sell 'em absolution with a verse.

(Hook)