Fresh New Trash

[Verse 1: Sims]

I’ve been making my story while they’re waiting on glory

They speak with strays and got a lot to blame

Hey, alright okay

You’re still yelling out without nothing to say, huh?

What you trying to stop the rain?

It won’t let up

It’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 built with rubble while you fumbled your crown

Hey, alright okay

Because everything is that way, okay?

[Verse 2: Cecil Otter]

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 fulla storms

Mean mugs fulla 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

[Hook: P.O.S]

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

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

[Verse 3: P.O.S]

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 shaking 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 you turn yours

Burn more

I just keep the floors full

Unlocked

No score kept

No bullshit

[Verse 4: Dessa]

I been boom

I been bust

I rep Doom

Til I’m dust

And yes this ship rumbles and rusts

But the engine still runs

It’s all friends here, all love why don’t you roll with us?

A passion, a purpose, a business

It’s personal, witness the cursive it’s written in

Crossed t’s and dotted i’s

Not a lot allotted time

Gotta try to get your lines right

Don’t mind that sinister sky

Just let the spinnaker fly

[Verse 5: Mike Mictlan]

We get our songs out

And what we got is what we got

No amount of food is falling out the side of our mouths

Rhymes come out

And the food goes in

If we flop then we don’t win

The label takes an L

This isn’t indie rap

This is 10 years

Stress and tears

Sweat and fears

Acceptance from our friends and peers

And everything that’s brought 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 anytime

“It’s win, lose or tie”

Still Doomtree til I die

Even after death and dirt

Let em know who said it first

And put it on your favorite shirt

Rap Won’t Save You

Sell em absolution with a verse

[Hook]