Lyrics:
Upper Class Trash

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

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

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

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

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

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

, 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

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

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