pretty dag gum good! My trailer park?s full of Cadillacs And upper middle class white trash So pop a top, sit back and relax All you upper middle class white trash
Pretty independent, Certainly pretty, Favoring blurred lines. Well how sharp can this get? Not the usual result, From the predictable set up. We stayed
We stand in line like ducks in rows, we're crushing one anothers toes, And if you asked me I'd say that this situation doesn't, Matter to us. We were
Our love won't die, at least that's what I planned on, planned for us. Look to the sky, our eyes they stare at red lights, over the lake. (Stars are
Sorry, I didn't hear you. My heart was beating too loudly, the times I was with you. Clearly I am into you, but are you into me? The question that remains
It was her last words, as she walked out. His hope soon did start to fall. Another damn break-up, like the last one. He can't seem to see it's his fault
The blackest matter in the ocean, oil. Just like the tar that fills my lungs. The darkness hides a light that still exists, It sunk my ship but I still
I, I write these words as I wait. The minutes turn into sharp knives. This new lit candle burns so dim, As I'm being stabbed inside. As the clock ticks
Alright babe, these words might seem a little cliche (as much as you want them to) But maybe being creative can't portray, that im in the know on the
The plants are dying, so why can't I? Next to them on the ground, I lie while they turn brown. They fall down while I sit up. I look up to the clouds
live in a town where the streets are paved with glass Where the thriving upper-class just can't be bothered I live in a town where the weeklies are just trash
Rope off another section of the city for the upper class then make another slum - a place to throw your human trash. Separate the blacks and whites
, my skin is that thick Yeah, I'm the get-rich-quick get-rich-quick son of a bitch Yeah tha's who I am Maybe I lack a little upper class But as long as
a shit well my skin is that thick I?m a get rich quick, get rich quick son of a bitch Yeah that?s who I am Maybe I lack a little, upper class! But as
hit the switch I'm the shit yea I admit I'm a dog I'm a ass I last, That nigga bust fast he trash, 'm gone n them upper rooms, Dodgin all them dummy dudes