OneMansTrashIsAnotherMansTreasure

The place that I grew up was hard to leave
It had everything I loved and hated and 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
When Jane and El left to show me a couple of things
Like you ain’t gotta settle with the metal this town breeds
But how do I dash and carve out my own path
When I don’t see no problem with livin’ and sleepin’ 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
But 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 would scold
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
Violin sing so violently I got to
Finally see my dreams will fight for me
Nightmares calling out to me
Smoke, watch the time pass, cash sign eyelids
Gold on my boots, razor blade tucked inside it
Smoke, watch the time pass, cash sign eyelids
Gold on my boots, razor blade tucked inside it

Caring ‘bout your money, that’s the hardest thing