Doomtree - Fresh New Trash lyrics

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?

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
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

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

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
No score kept
No bullshit

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 allotted lotta time
Gotta try to get your lines right
Don't mind that sinister sky
Just let the spinnaker fly

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