OneMansTrashIsAnotherMansTreasure

(albüm: KickingTheBucket - 2019)

The place that I grew up was hard to leave
It had everything I loved and hated in-between
Had visions and intuitions of a west coast theme
But we were smoking synthetic When I slept, I couldn't dream
So how I'm supposed to see what I know I truly mean
When my eyes are glazed over and my brain can't breathe
[?] left to show me a couple of things
Like you ain't gotta settle with the mental this town breeds
But how do I dash and carve out my own path
When I don't see no problem with living and sleeping in trash
It was the highlight of our year to get a quarter ounce back
Finally we had something to release the anger we had
Which, just as all things do, it started to get old
Everyday on rewind, I played the same old role
Had a chip on my shoulder, almost to the point I was scummed
Anyone of my old friends that told me stay home
'Cause they didn't get it and I got it they never would
Don't want to die in a place where the graves are made of mud
What, SESH

Gotta do, what I got to do, gotta do, what I got to do
Gotta do, what I got to do, gotta do, what I got to do

Silence creeps, the violence speaks, I let the
Violence in, so violently I got to
Finally see my dreams will fight for me
Nightmares calling out to me
Smoke, watch your time pass, cash sign eyelids
Gold on my boots, razor blade to decide it
Smoke, watch your time pass, cash sign eyelids
Gold on my boots, razor blade to decide it

Caring 'bout your money, that's the hardest thing