Many Things
[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?