Bottle Blues

[Verse] Pockets jingling with a hollow sound Empty bottles rolling on the ground Every step closer to a quarter’s gain Counting trash Driving me insane [Chorus] Gimme five cents a pop This grind won’t ever stop Stacking cans to the sky Recycling just to get by [Verse 2] Dumpster diving under neon haze Echo of glass in the alley’s maze Midnight hustle under streetlamp’s glow A bottle army in a row [Chorus] Gimme five cents a pop This grind won’t ever stop Stacking cans to the sky Recycling just to get by [Bridge] Plastic dreams clinking in my hand Building fortunes out of trash I planned Sick of waiting for the big parade This is wealth Scavenger’s trade [Chorus] Gimme five cents a pop This grind won’t ever stop Stacking cans to the sky Recycling just to get by