The City Hall - Trash Gear Lyrics

What made you so mad
Punk opera singer
Acting like you caught me in bed
Fucking opposition
I can feel your gaze from here
Do you want me

You never want the money
And that's alright
But I want your daddy's Porsch'
For an off night

We can ride around
For a while
Switching styles and some spit

Believe that we're made of more

Chloe asked for my soccer jacket
In the sixth grade
Her hair falling long over my youth large
Blue and grey
At sixteen baby bump had shown
She took off after the day

Slivers splintered in my ass
That's a benched year
Thrift shopping denim racks
That's your trash gear

Meet Chloe in the back
Menage-a trois
I hope they got that day care watch

She knows what your fam makes

He me she in there
A pregnant scare
The punk hit pause
And now I'm hanging on her clause

Dependent state
Independent wait
Let's take a moment to get off

One more time again
But I won't end
The punk took off
And now I'm hanging on her soft

Dependent state
Independent wait
I missed my moment to get off

Rich and poor a push and pull
We all want something to make life
A little more worth lusting for
But when you make a stand a move a plan
Just know
You can't outlive what you don't own