Trash

[Intro]

Hi guys!

How we doing?

Uh, I'm in my Fallout Boy shirt

I just got done eating Chow Mein

And I'm ready to be a rapper

[Verse]

Pretty in pink, you made me a pawn

And you ain't even playing along

The volume's turned up when the stereo's on

And now everyone's scared like I'm carrying bombs

I'm the man (ha!), a comedian too

I ain't on this date for love, babe, I'm eating your food

Don't get your hopes up, I ain't leaving with you

I must've lost my name tag that says I'm easy to lose

Why are you trying text 10 friends that you left my bed this morning?

To impress I'm sure, when I don't know why

I'm just depressed ol' Morgan

With my desk recorder and my thoughts

What does love cost? Probably too much

LA girls blow and Hollywood sucks and

Everyone is fake or a hater or just a judge

"Thanks!" See you later (Bye) I'll make it up and I'll blush

Who said that is was right to be wrong?

Who said that is was wrong to be right? (Me)

Wait, I fucked up..

Who said that me just writing some songs would you make you want to stab my back with a knife?

Imma grab one tonight

I'm the boy you always laughed in the halls at

You called whack

I wanna play too but my ball's flat

I'm part man, the other half me is a car crash

I'm hanging on the edge of sure death like Tarzan

I'm my Stan

Naked pics of me on my night stand

I tried to be a singer but I'm not in the right band

I'm white bland

So ghostly they cast me for Casper

Last week somebody asked me

If I was wearing bath sheets

Bath salts on acid tabs

Eating Ashley's ass cheeks

I'm sick of Instagram and camera captions

So only flash me if I'm at my show

Or in the way back seat of the taxi

I'm sorry I am me, not sorry I can be

You buy followers but follow everyone's candids

On Halloween you stayed the same but market and brand me

As you suck off everybody like you're swallowing candy

No record deal advancement, nothing for my ransom

Nobody cares about me, that's my motherfuckin' anthem

So if you got a problem, check the back of the book

Life doesn't seem so bad till you actually look

So turn the page, turn the page

Everybody here to rage

Middle fingers higher than a bird or plane

Higher than the murder rate

Higher than you've ever been

Higher when you burn a fucking pile of your purple strain

What the moral really is, is this:

I know I'm off balance like a gymnast slipped

And I ain't even gotta be a physicist

To know my chemicals are mixed like the shit you sip

[Hook]

I'm sorry I'm a loner, I'm sorry I'm a prick

I tried to make you happy, you said I make you sick

I'm a dick

I guess I'm just a dick (Riz)

So here's to being civil, let's throw another back

Our relationship is wasted, let's throw it in the trash

I'm an ass

I guess I'm just an ass, and that's that

[Outro]

This is probably the stupidest song I've ever made... but I guess I'm just an ass

Those are for all those, like... ten year old girls who say I don't rap anymore. I rap... it's not very good, ha

Fuckin' loser