[Verse 1: Art Morera] I never throw away anything I'd like to think I have many things Some things I don't show nobody I own belongings you've never seen Some things I can't even hide You can see it all if you take a peep inside I would pin point the reason why every day But every night I'm like 'at least I tried' What's the objective of keeping these objects in some weird collection? What's the method to the madness, they connect on a shuffle All these pieces keep me puzzled But to be real with you cuzzo I think I still have use for it, okay? To me, it's brand new I think it'd be going to waste if you throw it away I like to take pride in what I find on the side of the road When I decide to take my ride for a spin My whip's a recycling bin on wheels I conceal the psycho within with a likable grin, yeah Take it all with a grain of salt, how I cope with the pain I felt? I dealt with it saying to myself that it ain't my fault As I recall what made me this way, but oh well You ever gone through trauma that caused so much pain That you don't wanna remember it again? So you brain creates this alternate route (peace!) So you can detour around Memory Lane? It's like your mind wiped everything clean Clicked 'save' and took it to the grave I mean you don't wanna clench your fist when you reminisce But ignorance is bliss, isn't it? But when you have unfinished business You're a prisoner to the mind, no visitors That'll occupy any space or time in this universe With all this debris around you, like what is this, Jupiter? Souvenirs of my travels in orbit As I marvel at 'em for a bit So never forget, your trash is another man's treasure In my world, I'm fortunate, yeah [Hook: Art Morera] I never throw away anything I'd like to think I have many things Yeah, many things Many many many things Give it to me, give it to me You don't want it? Give it to me, give it to me Ooh give it to me! Yeah give it to me Oh, you don't want it?