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Garbage

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Garbage was released on July 31, 2026 by Jonny Chopps as a part of the album Catalyst

Song Details

Release DateJuly 31, 2026

LabelJonny Chopps

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Jonny Chopps

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jonny Chopps

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

mental

Producer, Recording Engineer

Braz

Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Huh?

Ah-uh

Huh?

Ha, he step up to me, tryna’ cause’ up a problem

I call up my brothers, I tell em’, “go stop him”

She likin’, my shoes and my chain and my denim

I’m stackin’ the green, needa’ get the Margiela

Baby so smooth, and she light, like a feather

I needa’ get rich, super rich, Roc-A-Fella

Spin on the beat, just like a propeller

I was fuckin’ with keys, like when I was seven

I don’t fuck with cheese, that shit is a felon

That shit bittersweet, like honey and lemon

Dressin’ all black, yeah, I feel like I’m Venom

Pull down my pants, and she play with my penis

She wet like the ocean, the city, like Venice

They do not know, what the fuck is a friend is

The moments we had, they will always be cherished

She steppin’, all red, like a motherfuckin’ cherry

They soundin’ garbage

Huh, let’s break the car bitch

Uh, she feelin’ naughty

Uh, I break her heart bitch

Ha, uh, she blow me harp style

Uh, right in the car shit

Uh, this sound like hardstyle

But this is rap shit

Ha, yeah, I posted that pic

Uh, my phone be buzzin’ out

Yeah, I have her hard dick

Uh, her legs, be shakin’ now

Yeah, and this a hard fit

Uh, watch how I be poppin’ out

Yeah, was in the A-U-S

Uh, now I’m in New York now

Yeah, was at the function

A fight broke out, I had to help

I keep on tellin’ this girl

Bad friends, bad health

And can I get a kiss girl

Lately, It’s been hell

I wanna’ put your wrists down

Hands tied, feel it girl

I wanna’ put your wrists down

Hands tied, you feel it girl

I wanna’ put your wrists down

Hands tied, feel it girl

And we takin’ all the risks now

They ain’t never seen the world

And they fakin’ all the pics now

Never seen you, in the dirt

Ha, dirt, asthmatic

Breath it in, then you die

Ah-ah, dirt, asthmatic

Breath it in, then you die

Ha, dirt, asthmatic

Breath it in, then you die

Ah-ah, dirt, asthmatic

Breath it in, then you die

Ha, If I’m being for real

Gotta’ stop the violence now

Ha, If I’m being for real

Gotta’ stop the violence now

Ah, and when she suck me off

Got me, really spinnin’ out

And my ears, are fuckin’ ringing

Cause’ these headphones, poppin out

They soundin’ garbage

Huh, let’s break the car bitch

Uh, she feelin’ naughty

Uh, I break her heart bitch

Ha, uh, she blow me harp style

Uh, right in the car shit

Uh, this sound like hardstyle

But this is rap shit

Ha, yeah, I posted that pic

Uh, my phone be buzzin’ out

Yeah, I have her hard dick

Uh, her legs, be shakin’ now

Yeah, and this a hard fit

Uh, watch how I be poppin’ out

Yeah, was in the A-U-S

Uh, now I’m in New York now

Ha-h-ha

He step up to me, tryna’ cause’ up a problem

I call up my brothers, I tell em’, “go stop him”

She likin’, my shoes and my chain and my denim

I’m stackin’ the green, needa’ get the Margiela

Baby so smooth, and she light, like a feather

I needa’ get rich, super rich, Roc-A-Fella

Spin on the beat, just like a propeller

I was fuckin’ with keys, like when I was seven

I don’t fuck with cheese, that shit is a felon

That shit bittersweet, like honey and lemon

Dressin’ all black, yeah, I feel like I’m Venom

Pull down my pants, and she play with my penis

She wet like the ocean, the city, like Venice

They do not know, what the fuck is a friend is

The moments we had, they will always be cherished

She steppin’, all red, like a motherfuckin’ cherry

Written by: Jonny Chopps

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