Lyrics Hot Garbage - Redux - The Grammar Club feat. Devon Riley

Your body is a rooster the size of a man
A cock of the walk with a coppertone tan
Do your own dance just to see if you lost it
Stand by the road. Maybe you'll cross it?
Never do coke. Maybe do it once
In all things honestly. In all things nuance
Kick, punch, block. I got some kind of flow
M I X the mix into the zone

I think that someday
I'll finally get started
This track is OK
I like this hot garbage

I like this hot garbage
This shit's gone viral

Stay fed on carp and carpal tunnel syndrome
No carpe diem, waste days, 'cus life's dumb
Grow out your tum-tum, like a war drum
Stay hot until you die, and, when you die, die young
Live the lie, lie young, fake it 'til you fucked it
Buy a truck, buy the farm, uppercut the bucket
Esoteric sojourn of fortune, keep they mouths open
Pull from a deep cut, sippin' sweet hemoglobin
And, if the sheet's soaking, maybe wring it out
And, if you're feeling viral, cover your damn mouth
And your nose too. it's like I told you
I'm celestial. so is my whole crew
Dense soda jerks need to get their air pumps checked
My man, Angitis, be a pain up in the neck
Erect a trash fire in effigy to a hater
Garbage hot enough to burn down the incinerator

I think that someday
I'll finally get started
This track is OK
I like this hot garbage

I like this hot garbage
This shit's gone viral

Listen, son, I'll tell you what
'Tis a sin to not be hot
Pull thy head now from thine ass
Upon the masses ye shall crash