CallMeKarizma - Trash lyrics

Pretty in pink, you made me a pawn And you ain't even playing along The volumes turned up when the stereos on And now everyone's scared like I'm carrying bombs I'm the man. Ha! A comedian too I ain't on this date for love babe I'm eating your food Don't get your hopes up I ain't leaving with you I must've lost my name tag that says I'm easy to lose Why are you trying text 10 friends that you left my bed this morning? To impress I'm sure and I don't know why I'm just depressed ol' Morgan With my desk recorder and my thoughts What does love cost? Probably too much LA girls blow and Hollywood s**s and Everyone is fake or a hater or just a judge "Thanks!" See you later I'll make it up and I'll blush Who said that is was right to be wrong? Who said that is was wrong to be right? Wait I f**ed up.. Who said that me just writing some songs would you make you want to stab my back with a knife? I'ma grab one tonight I'm the boy you always laughed in the halls at You called whack. I wanna play too but my ball's flat I'm part man. The other half me is a car crash I'm hanging on the edge of sure d**h like Tarzan I'm my Stan. Naked pics of me on my night stand I tried to be a singer but I'm not in the right band I'm white bland. So ghostly they cast me for Casper Last week somebody asked me if I was wearing bath sheets Bath salts on acid tabs eating Ashley's a** cheeks I'm sick of Instagram and camera captions So only flash me if at my show or in the way back seat of the taxi I'm sorry I am me. Not sorry I can be You buy followers but follow everyone's candids On Halloween you stayed the same but market and brand me As you s** off everybody like ur swallowing candy No record deal advancement. Nothing for my ransom Nobody cares about me that's my motherf**in' anthem So if you got a problem check the back of the book Life doesn't seem so bad till you actually look So turn the page, turn the page. Everybody's here to rage Middle finger's higher than a bird or plane Higher than the murder rate Higher than you've ever been higher when you burn a f**ing pile of your purple strain What the moral really is, is this: I know I'm off balance like a gymnast slipped And I ain't even got to be a physicist To know my chemicals are mixed like the sh** you sip I'm sorry I'm a loner. I'm sorry I'm a prick I try to make u happy. You said I make you sick I'm a dick. I guess I'm just a dick So here's to being civil. Let's throw another back Our relationship is wasted. Let's throw it in the trash I'm an a**. I guess I'm just an a**. And that's that