[Verse 1: Face Valyou] Out the gutter sprouting gra**roots, it's Valyouth Solar-paneled my sound booth and found truth Other heads be like, "I don't want it, if it's been owned before me" Horny, but afraid of material orgies? sh**, my shorty can take a thrift store cla**ic And look as fresh as out of Saks Fifth Rearrange and see what sweeping can do You think the air that we're breathing is new? And use those veggies that are 'bout to rot Turning milk jugs to flower pots, recycle around the clock 'Cause as a culture, we waste a sh**load 'Til landfills need their own zipcode No wonder heads are dumpster diving Surprised by the findings? We ship people to shutter island Don't wanna see the ugliness, then throw it over the guardrail Buy it back at the next yard sale [Chorus: Face Valyou & Inqwesson] It's in your best, interest What you fishing to catch, a spare? There's a little left And lots collectively In the depths, might find something trash-treasury It's in your best, inter-est To give an inspect, you don't need to dig at the x All around there's lots that you can get for free Amidst a mess, might find something trash-treasury [Verse 2: Inqwesson] The kid's grimey, kind of fly, over ten-gallon bucket kick Drums sounding live when accompanied by a couple sticks I'll be the one, shaking tambourines made of cans Craft a stained-gla** mural with actual grains of sand Eclectic love for discovery? Covers the floor to ceiling Disgusted by luxury 'cause the gutter is more appealing I'm rolling filthy in public like p**nos filmed in pavilions My total's some of the ugliest combinations of illness Only f** with it if it fits tight Clip mics, never been concerned with what a b**h likes This might, put your hands up like a fist fight Live life rugged-type with low-budget get right And that's no cash, turn a throwaway into a throwback Old trash renewal, use it for what my soul lacks Smokestack, lung love, burning tree like wood stoves Crook mode, k**ing sh**, penicillin good mold [Chorus]