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Abhi The Nomad – Trashman lyrics
They say I'm tan John Conner
I be rage against machine
I got two million dollars
In my garbage limousine
I'm a rich hokey pokey
I'm a redneck in these jeans
They gone think I lost my lines, cause I'm fuckin up the scene
Ceiling fans, fans, stans, and I'm heating up fry pans
Many brands, bands, plans, I work and don't shake hands
Goddamn, diggity damn, I'm still eating beans from cans
Spam, ham, jam, anything to keep money safe when I can, Trashman
I make it fall from the sky
Motherfuck a white picket fence
I wanna just get a rise out ya
I'm so spineless
And I can't be touched
Can't be touched
Can't be touched
No, no no
I can't be touched
Can't be touched
Can't be touched
No, no no
You can laugh if you want, in my cave I made a scheme
To buy mama a new house, put my homies on the team
Neighbors saying okey doke he's one of us, no need to leave
But deep inside I'll still be that piece of shit I used to be
That's the plan, fuck it up
No you can't stand me, suck it up
Got picket white fences (fuck it up)
Got internet bandwidth (fuck it up)
I'ma never sign an advance not enough (not enough)
Count it up (Count it up) Count it up
Even when I'm living in a mansion run it up
Be the same man I was coming up
Wife doing sit-at-home lap dances
Single Barrel sipped in a teacup
Unkempt beard, ash stog in the Afghan
Backhand kids for a B
Rap friends over for dinnertime askin:
How did you make it just being a trashman?
I make it fall from the sky
Motherfuck a white picket fence
I wanna just get a rise out ya
I'm so spineless
And I can't be touched
Can't be touched
Can't be touched
No, no no
I can't be touched
Can't be touched
Can't be touched
No, no no
I be rage against machine
I got two million dollars
In my garbage limousine
I'm a rich hokey pokey
I'm a redneck in these jeans
They gone think I lost my lines, cause I'm fuckin up the scene
Ceiling fans, fans, stans, and I'm heating up fry pans
Many brands, bands, plans, I work and don't shake hands
Goddamn, diggity damn, I'm still eating beans from cans
Spam, ham, jam, anything to keep money safe when I can, Trashman
I make it fall from the sky
Motherfuck a white picket fence
I wanna just get a rise out ya
I'm so spineless
And I can't be touched
Can't be touched
Can't be touched
No, no no
I can't be touched
Can't be touched
Can't be touched
No, no no
You can laugh if you want, in my cave I made a scheme
To buy mama a new house, put my homies on the team
Neighbors saying okey doke he's one of us, no need to leave
But deep inside I'll still be that piece of shit I used to be
That's the plan, fuck it up
No you can't stand me, suck it up
Got picket white fences (fuck it up)
Got internet bandwidth (fuck it up)
I'ma never sign an advance not enough (not enough)
Count it up (Count it up) Count it up
Even when I'm living in a mansion run it up
Be the same man I was coming up
Wife doing sit-at-home lap dances
Single Barrel sipped in a teacup
Unkempt beard, ash stog in the Afghan
Backhand kids for a B
Rap friends over for dinnertime askin:
How did you make it just being a trashman?
I make it fall from the sky
Motherfuck a white picket fence
I wanna just get a rise out ya
I'm so spineless
And I can't be touched
Can't be touched
Can't be touched
No, no no
I can't be touched
Can't be touched
Can't be touched
No, no no
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