sell all their Trash to each other but they're sick of it all And they're bankrupt on selling Well, all of the angels They'd sell off your soul for a
talk of the future like it's already the past They talk of the future like today will never last Talk of the future while their diggin' through your trash
Cali, wicked like Harry And fuck Sally, I rather marry Halle I revive crowds with live styles, don't hang with jive pals Adios, ghost, I'm 5 thous' Well
hear him talk The coldest story ever told (I'm going all the way in on this one right here boy) Somewhere far along this road (Yeah, Gutta) He lost his soul
nothing but a bunch a trash ain?t nothing but a bunch a trash ain?t nothing but a bunch a trash ain?t nothing but a bunch a trash, but you seem
Took a pass on the pass I'd be leaving right now Newsflash, I'm causing a commotion Jump back, I'm poetry in motion, think fast, talk trash Well I ain't talking
forward on novice niggaz like Cedric Ceballos with a hot song Now niggaz know we rock on, cock-strong All y'all niggaz is straight popcorn, ahh Talk the trash
at the oars Rowing on to glory land And sitting in the stern Singing hymns and talking trash Is my broken guardian angel The ghost of Johnny Cash Well, Johnny's quoting from the Bible Well
They talk about the future like today will never last Thay talk of the future while they're diggin' through your trash Taxman come to remove your cash They talk
'em If they too big, what you do? Put a hem in 'em 'Member talkin' over the loud sounds when the wind blow 'Cause the trash bag's replacin' yo' car window
roll of tape You don't wanna battle dog, I got a catalog of rhymes Break it down to your enzymes But your ass talk trash, know when your style is garby
And when you hear me don't compare me to them other niggas And fuck the heresay Cause I hem a nigga up like motherfucking flare legs And brothers that's trash
Chorus: lord finesse Times are shifting, no time to be tricking on chickens (no doubt) your opinion's different? Well man listen, players front the
Maybe you should rattle the cage Well, you should've heard the way I've been talking to myself Treating her like common trash on the side of the road
pill man I'm fillin ill I'm sick of all you cheap rappers Get the mic up kid yo flow is mad trash The cast got you talking shit man ya mad ass I put
have parents, The Roots found me in the trash But still a nigga got a lot of class Trick wit my pinky finger up off the glass Keep talking shit, homeboy
(Maybe you should rattle the cage) Well, you should've heard the way I've been talking to myself Treating her like common trash On the side of the road
like Harry And fuck Sally, I rather marry Halle I revive crowds with live styles Don't hang with jive pals Adios, ghost, I'm 5 thous' [ VERSE 2: Terra ] Well