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Upchurch – White Trash

Исполнители: Upchurch
Альбомы: David Allan Coe – Son Of The South
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Текст Upchurch – White Trash

Текст:

I’m white trash, I’m white trash (Church)…

So let me crack my beer, let me smoke my joint
Mind your own fucking business it’s my life to enjoy
I wanna be a rockstar, head banging up on my cymbals

Starting shit and breaking bottles at half of my booked venues

I’m white trash, I’m white trash
High class but you know I’m white trash
White trash, white trash
High class but you know I’m white trash, motherfucker

My truck sitting high like a house in Louisiana
I’m a beast but never played through your car antennas
A deal so damn shitty I’d rather bathe inside a septic tank
I started last year but now I’m somewhere high up on the rank
Dirty white boy spitting Copenhagen rhythms
Talking slow, rapping fast, go ahead and count the syllables
I say point blank shit and stuff you catch is subliminal
Got tattoos upon my body but I never been a criminal
I’m high class, white trash sweeping weed up off my dash
Police tapping on my window telling me they smell the grass
Smoke rolling out the car like Kurt Cobain in the 80’s
But my eyes sitting low like my name’s Layne Staley

So let me crack my beer, let me smoke my joint
Mind your own fucking business it’s my life to enjoy
I wanna be a rockstar, head banging up on my cymbals
Starting shit and breaking bottles at half of my booked venues

I’m white trash, I’m white trash
High class but you know I’m white trash
White trash, white trash
High class but you know I’m white trash motherfucker!

I made myself famous ’cause I wanted a change

Now everybody grabbing saddles like they riding my name
And they wanna claim some credit where no effort was made
But I’m that motherfucker shining in these rooms full of shade
Yeah, redneck pulling up in a gun metal ‘Vette
Headbanging to Pantera with a strap on my lap
So go ahead and punch my doors like we both best friends
Get some nine milli’ rounds planted up in your ribs
I’m on that zero fucks given, consequences don’t exist
Popularity drives me crazy, that’s why all my trucks got tint
I pay tickets once a month so I can go out to dinner
On my Brad Pitt shit so quit hating on this old sinner

So let me crack my beer, let me smoke my joint
Mind your own fucking business it’s my life to enjoy
I wanna be a rockstar, head banging up on my cymbals
Starting shit and breaking bottles at half of my booked venues

I’m white trash, I’m white trash
High class but you know I’m white trash
White trash, white trash
High class but you know I’m white trash motherfucker!

So let me crack my beer, let me smoke my joint
Mind your own fucking business it’s my life to enjoy
I wanna be a rockstar, head banging up on my cymbals
Starting shit and breaking bottles at half of my booked venues

I’m white trash, I’m white trash
High class but you know I’m white trash
White trash, white trash
High class but you know I’m white trash motherfucker!

Альбом

David Allan Coe – Son Of The South