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Trash
Death Grips Lyrics


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We know trash, we know clean don’t last
Never last when we load trash
We upload trash
Face down, trash begets trash
We know trash, we know clean don’t last
Never last when we load trash
We upload trash
Face down, trash begets trash

I'm cloaked trash
Poker-fucking polygraphs
My dirt so baked, man menstruate
After each take test, say I passed
That’s trash, I’m trash
Kind you mine to trade for cash
You’re trash, born trash
Eye you close, all I see’s more trash, mi amor

We know trash, we know clean don’t last
Never last when we load trash
We upload trash
Face down, trash begets trash
We know trash, we know clean don’t last
Never last when we load trash
We upload trash
Face down, trash begets trash

Stoked ain’t shit
I was over that for this whole shit
Taste of my blood bliss
Fuck who I wasn’t
Commodify my lack of progress
Specifically the process
But this lukewarm elixir
My blood’s real shit, sir

We know trash, we know clean don’t last
Never last when we load trash
We upload trash
Face down, trash begets trash
We know trash, we know clean don’t last
Never last when we load trash
We upload trash
Face down, trash begets trash
Be it Motel Six to Vogue vino trash
Local Comcast to shit Vevo ads
From upper mid to been repossessed
Face down, trash begets trash
We know trash, we know clean don’t last
Never last when we load trash
We upload trash
Face down, trash begets trash

This side of my machette
Fall out mercury confetti
Ebony skies, I died already
Liquor store counting pennies
I’m in motion, do you savvy?
I exhume ‘cause it relax me
Watch you think ‘bout that? Don’t fight it
Smell me though, fucker quiet
Cyclone in a gortex shell
Audio input for my spell
Show up for what?
This cig’s too plush
Long as my smokescreen’s holding up
I hold this down like high contrast
Stills taken from shade on flash
I’m so shade tree it makes me laugh
Every time you reply "that’s fine"

We know trash, we know clean don’t last
Never last when we load trash
We upload trash
Face down, trash begets trash
We know trash, we know clean don’t last
Never last when we load trash
We upload trash
Face down, trash begets trash

Lawn glad stretch 'til it sag like breast
Off fat fucks stressed ‘cause they can’t compress
Extra bump this shit is sex, decrepit sex
Shit, I got something for this orchids

We know trash, we know clean don’t last
Never last when we load trash
We upload trash
Face down, trash begets trash
We know trash, we know clean don’t last
Never last when we load trash
We upload trash
Face down, trash begets trash
We know trash, we know clean don’t last
Never last when we load trash
We upload trash
Face down, trash begets trash
We know trash, we know clean don’t last
Never last when we load trash
We upload trash
Face down, trash begets trash

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Trash" by Death Grips addresses the themes of societal decay, the commodification of art, and the futility of seeking progress. The verses of the song are characterized by the repetition of the phrase "We know trash, we know clean don’t last, never last when we load trash, we upload trash, face down, trash begets trash." This repetition suggests a nihilistic worldview where everything is disposable, and the cycle continues endlessly.


The opening verse introduces the idea that trash and cleanliness are equal and opposite. The lines "We know trash, we know clean don’t last, Never last when we load trash, we upload trash, Face down, trash begets trash" suggest that everything is ultimately destined for the trash heap. The second verse finds MC Ride addressing himself as trash, politicizing the idea that all of us are in and of ourselves disposable. The lines "That’s trash, I’m trash, Kind you mine to trade for cash, You’re trash, born trash, Eye you close, all I see’s more trash, mi amor" speak to the commodification of art and the idea that everything has a dollar value.


The final verse of the song is a series of poetic phrases that touch on the themes brought up earlier in the song. The line "This side of my machete, Fall out mercury confetti, Ebony skies, I died already, Liquor store counting pennies" suggests the idea of isolation and decay. The final lines "We know trash, we know clean don’t last, Never last when we load trash, we upload trash, Face down, trash begets trash" bring the song full circle, reminding the listener that the cycle of trash generation and consumption never ends.


Line by Line Meaning

We know trash, we know clean don’t last
The singers are experienced in identifying and creating trash, and recognize that things that appear clean ultimately degrade or become trash over time


Never last when we load trash
When more trash is added to something, it becomes even more disposable and short-lived


We upload trash
The singers are actively contributing to the spread of trash, likely through digital means like social media or file sharing


Face down, trash begets trash
When people ignore or are complicit in the generation of trash, it only leads to more trash


I'm cloaked trash
The artist sees themselves as trash but hides it from others


Poker-fucking polygraphs
The singer is cheating or manipulating lie detector tests


My dirt so baked, man menstruate
The singer's transgressions are so severe that they have a physical effect on others (in this case, causing menstruation in men)


After each take test, say I passed
The artist is able to deceive lie detector tests, enabling them to continue their dishonest behavior


That’s trash, I’m trash
The artist acknowledges their own worthlessness and undesirable qualities


Kind you mine to trade for cash
The artist's trash-like qualities are something that can be exploited, sold or commodified


You’re trash, born trash
The singer sees others as equally worthless, inherently doomed to produce trash rather than clean things


Eye you close, all I see’s more trash, mi amor
When the artist looks closely at others, they only see more trash, which may suggest a pessimistic worldview


Stoked ain’t shit
The singer does not find excitement or enthusiasm meaningful or valuable


I was over that for this whole shit
The singer has become disillusioned with or grown tired of the current state of things


Taste of my blood bliss
The singer finds pleasure in their own pain, violence, or self-destruction


Fuck who I wasn’t
The artist is rejecting any past positive self-image or persona


Commodify my lack of progress
The artist is able to make money or gain attention from their own lack of success or vision


Specifically the process
The singer may be selling or exploiting the idea of struggling or working towards success or innovation, rather than the end result


But this lukewarm elixir
The singer may be self-medicating or seeking solace in something that is ultimately unsatisfying


My blood’s real shit, sir
The artist may be expressing authenticity or value in their own negative or self-destructive tendencies


Be it Motel Six to Vogue vino trash
Regardless of the environment or context, everything can be seen as trash


Local Comcast to shit Vevo ads
Even popular or supposedly high-quality media or products can be seen as trash


From upper mid to been repossessed
Regardless of social or financial status, everything can be seen as trash


This side of my machette
The artist may be violent or aggressive, expressing a desire or ability to inflict harm


Fall out mercury confetti
The singer is expressing a disregard for environmental or human safety, and finding beauty or pleasure in destruction


Ebony skies, I died already
The singer feels dead or hopeless, finding no hope or life in the world around them


Liquor store counting pennies
The singer may be struggling financially or spending their money on self-destructive behaviors


I’m in motion, do you savvy?
The artist may be moving or running from something, or expressing a sense of unpredictability or instability


I exhume ‘cause it relax me
The artist may be digging up or revisiting old issues or past events, finding comfort in them even if they are negative or unpleasant


Watch you think ‘bout that? Don’t fight it
The singer is challenging the listener to accept or agree with their negative worldview or behaviors


Smell me though, fucker quiet
The singer is daring the listener to oppose them or pass judgment on their actions or lifestyle


Cyclone in a gortex shell
The artist may be expressing a sense of chaos or turmoil that is contained or hidden within them


Audio input for my spell
The artist is using music or sound as a way to control or manipulate others


Show up for what?
The artist sees no value in attendance, engagement, or participation in society or social events


This cig’s too plush
The singer is living a life of luxury or excess, but perhaps finds no true pleasure or satisfaction in it


Long as my smokescreen’s holding up
The artist may be hiding or covering up negative aspects of their life, whether physical, emotional, or social


I hold this down like high contrast
The singer is asserting their dominance or control over a situation or environment


Stills taken from shade on flash
The singer is making images or scenes out of negative or unflattering moments or perspectives


I’m so shade tree it makes me laugh
The singer is so negative or unhelpful that they become humorous or absurd


Lawn glad stretch 'til it sag like breast
Even everyday objects or activities can be seen in a negative light, and may potentially degrade or become undesirable over time


Off fat fucks stressed ‘cause they can’t compress
The artist sees overweight people as unhappy or struggling, potentially due to their own negative mindset or behaviors


Extra bump this shit is sex, decrepit sex
The singer is expressing a twisted or unconventional sexual desire or interest in something that is seen as negative or taboo


Shit, I got something for this orchids
The singer may have a specific way or plan to address or deal with negative situations or behaviors




Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED
Written by: STEFAN CORBIN BURNETT, ZACHARY CHARLES HILL, ANDREW MORIN

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

Black Diamond Euphoria

"He come to me with trash in his hand
He offered me, I didn't ask him
I wasn't knocking someone's trashcan down, I was running from that
When I got out, I was in that
I was already through that, I had that
I had the dumping ground, I went to the dumping ground
I went to Vox Dumping Ground. I had it all, and I looked at it and said, 'This is a bigger cleaning room than I just got out of.'
I don't want to take my time going to cleaning
I got a garbage truck and a trashcan
And ten or fifteen garbage bags
What the hell I wanna go off into -- and go to cleaning for?
Clean for what, welfare? I got all the welfare in the world
I'm the king, man
I run the dumping ground, guy
I decide who litters what and where they do it at
What am I, gonna run around and act like I'm some janitor somewhere, for somebody else's trash?
I make the trash, man, I roll the slurry
The trash is mine
I deal the trash."



inanimate

SHORT STORY: "IDEAS"
1 IDEAS: INSIDE, VIDEO PRODUCTION CLASS, SCENE 1 1 INT. VIDEO PRODUCTION CLASS
CAMERA A: SIDE SHOT OF SASHA THINKING
Sasha is sitting at her desk by a computer, looking tired
and hopeless
CAMERA B: OVER THE SHOULDER SHOT OF A BLANK COMPUTER ON
CELTX
Camera A:
Sasha exhales
Sasha begins to voice over
SASHA (IN THOUGHTS):
Make a short film. That’s it?
That’s all the explanation I get?
CAMERA A: ACTION SHOT OF SASHA TURNING HER HEAD AND LOOKS AT
THE BOARD
CAMERA C: SHOT OF THE WHITEBOARD - SAYS
"Short film scripts due; can be
about anything you want. Have fun!"
CAMERA A: SHOT OF SASHA’S FACE - ANGRY.
Sasha thinks sarcastically
SASHA (IN THOUGHTS):
Great. Thanks. (pause) How is
everyone else already typing? Am I
behind? Am I not a creative person?
Camera A: Sasha looks around
PAN SHOT OF CLASS HARD AT WORK
CAMERA A: CLOSE UP SHOT OF SASHA’S HEAD TURNING.
CAMERA B: OVER THE SHOULDER SHOT OF A STUDENT’S COMPUTER.
CAMERA A: CLOSE UP SHOT OF SASHA’S HEAD TURNING AGAIN.
CAMERA B: DISTANCE SHOT OF A STUDENT AND THEIR COMPUTER.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
2.
SASHA (IN THOUGHTS):
Okey calm down. Focus. What can you
make a short film about? Well,
there’s always an action film.
2 SCENE 2: ACTION FILM: EXT, OUTSIDE, DAYTIME
ACTION SHOTS OF SASHA RUNNING PAST CAMERA A.
CAMERA A: CUT TO SHOT OF SASHA JUMPING OVER HURDLES
Go-Pro: Attached to Sasha’s head as she jumps over hurdles.
CAMERA A: CUT TO SHOT OF SASHA FIGHTING AN ANTAGONIST
CAMERA B: SIDE SHOT OF SWORD FIGHT
CAMERA B: CLOSE UP LEADING TO QUICK ZOOM OUT OF SASHA ON A
PEDESTAL WITH A GROUP OF PEOPLE CHEERING BELOW HER
SASHA (IN THOUGHTS):
A terrifying, yet exhilarating
compilation of scenes. Running,
jumping, breaking barriers, pushing
past setbacks and coming back
stronger. The protagonist stepping
up to her place on top, defeating
the ugly antagonist - ending with
joy, peace, and a sense of
accomplishment hope.
CAMERA A: CLOSE UP SHOT OF SASHA DAYDREAMING BACK AT HER
COMPUTER IN THE CLASSROOM
2
Sasha staring into the distant smiling; then snapping out of
her daydream and shaking her head.
CAMERA B: HALF BODY SHOT OF SASHA SNAPPING BACK INTO REALITY
(pause)
SASHA (IN THOUGHTS):
No, too basic. Everyone does that
short. Come on, Sasha, do better.
SASHA (IN THOGUHTS):
What about a rom-com?
3 SCENE 3: COFFEE SHOP, DAYTIME
Sasha is sitting alone at a coffee shop reading a book.
SASHA (IN THOUGHTS):
An adorable story of 2 people,
meant to be together. They’re eyes
meeting each other for the first
time, and instantly falling in
love.
3
CAMERA A: SHOT OF BOY FROM ANOTHER SEAT LOOKING UP AT SASHA.
CAMERA B: SHOT FROM POV OF BOY, LEADING TO SHOT OF SASHA
LOOKING UP AND MILING AT HIM.
CAMERA A: CLOSE UP OF SASHA’S EYES.
CAMERA A: CLOSE UP OF BOY’S EYES.
Sasha and boy smile at each other, seeming as if they were
blushing.
CAMERA C: WIDE ANGLE SHOT OF BOTH OF THEM SMILING AT EACH
OTHER, SHYLY.
Sasha and Boy are holding hands and walking in the park.
CAMERA A: CLOSE UP TO QUICK ZOOM OUT OF SASHA AND BOY HANDS
HOLDING.
CAMERA B: WIDE ANGLE SHOT OF SASHA AND BOY WALKING IN THE
PARK.
SASHA (IN THOUGHTS):
Spending every waking second
together, as happy as ever. Until,
he has to leave her for work, and
then it all ends. Everything, is
over. Love doesn’t matter. love
doesn’t exi...
CAMERA A: HALF-BODY SHOT BACK TO SASHA AT HER DESK
Sasha shakes her head and snaps out of her daydream.
SASHA (IN THOUGHTS):
Woah there girl, chill out.
Sasha takes a deep breath.
(CONTINUED)
3.
CONTINUED:
4.
SASHA (IN THOUGHTS):
Wait! What if I do a video about
making a video. going through each
of my ideas, one by one.
Sasha is getting louder and louder and more excited. her
eyes widen.
SASHA (IN THOUGHTS):
Showing small scenes from each,
expressing all of my thought and
emotions. What a clever idea! So
simple! So elegant! So...
TEACHER:
Please turn in your scripts now.
CAMERA B: LOW ANGLE SHOT OF TEACHER SPEAKING TO CLASS.
CAMERA A: BACK TO SASHA
Sasha sinks back down into her seat.
CREDITS
Crap.
SASHA (IN THOUGHTS):



All comments from YouTube:

Geordie Jones

liquor store, counting pennies
for a 'rapper' who's so cryptic this is one of the most real lines I've ever heard

PK

The words of a true nihilist. Someone who has embraced death in its entirety, and respects it as well as fears it. The ones who have seen all sides of life. Not saying you have to be an alcoholic to be that person, but counting pennies at a liquor store for me was brought upon by desperation to feel and/or escape the dreary life I loved, more than an inherent craving for alcohol

PK

Tl;dr fuck yeah fam that’s that real OG shit only real ones can relate to

Hobo Joe

I’m sad now

Elp.99t

wdym 'rapper' he literally is rapping

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Trevor

The flow on this song is so untouched by any other DG song.

Geordie Jones

I agree this track and Face Melter are my favorite Ride flows.

Oreo De Folf

sure is

SNOW ?

the flow in lost boys is pretty good too

Anya

On god

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