Trailer Trash

Carl Dimataga, Tuka, DJ Morgs

[Verse 1]
You don’t gotta love me frankly
I’m stubborn as a suffragette, thank me
Later when you’re stuck up in a pack daydream player
Lungin’ durries with a cup of tea, that’s what safe means
Hater join my Peter Pan clan
Kick it with the Lost Boys up in Neverland and
Everything I wished for I done made it happen
Call me Captain when I sing a hook, you sing it back, man

[Chorus]
Yippee-ki, yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay
Biddy bye bye, I did it my way
Yo, it’s the only way that I know
Yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki, oh
White boy trailer trash, you don’t even know
Motherfuck a cosign, I’ma be my own
I be on my own grind, keep it on the low
White boy trailer trash, you don’t even know

[Verse 2]
Hey yo
I’ve been stoned-over since '00, 'cause I think I think too quick
Motherfucker needs a spliff too hit till i’m too lit to give two shits, cold chilling like an igloo is
Truth is like rick, I’m a bit too slick, slippery little sucker, kitted like a Hummer
Driven at 100 million kilometres, gunning till I puncture through a bunker, rip it into shreds
“Bring bring”, brother, someone ringing in, "Who dis? Tell me what the issue is?"
Dude, you can have a minute while ya bitchin' 'bout the lip you bit, did it really ever help you the sitch you in?
Tuned it and I’m tipped to win, listen, here’s a premonition I’ma hit you with
Like jujitsu kick, I’ve already flipped two middle fingers to the itty bitty pigeon holes they wanna fit you in, yikes

[Chorus]
Yippee-ki, yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay
Biddy bye bye, I did it my way
Yo, it’s the only way that I know
Yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki, oh
White boy trailer trash, you don’t even know
Motherfuck a cosign, I’ma be my own
I be on my own grind, keep it on the low
White boy trailer trash, you don’t even know

[Verse 3]
I don’t claim to know everything, let it be known I don’t think that I do
If I say something of benefit, well fuck me dead, it was probably flook
Gobbledygook, I rap for love of it, don’t ever think that I don’t
Not lost in the loop for the loot, “scoopity whoop”, go ahead, this is some shit you can quote
Ladies and gentlemen, tell them I’m rising above, any fame, it's irrelevant
I am not here for the hell of it, in my own element, this is the life in my blood, fuck the etiquette
If you ain’t buying it I ain’t offended or trying to front, I can discuss
It’s all about energy, vibing on energy, finding that light to enlighten a buzz
Lemme shine like the sun on a cemetery, divine is my touch, as we enter the entity
Many describe it as love in the hate, from to the friend to the enemy, thug to the saint is essentially
Is as one in same, embedded synergy runs through the vain, our memory bank
An connected genetically plugged in the brain, let it bang, like gun to the face

[Chorus]
Yippee-ki, yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay
Biddy bye bye, I did it my way
Yo, it’s the only way that I know
Yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki, oh
White boy trailer trash, you don’t even know
Motherfuck a cosign, I’ma be my own
I be on my own grind, keep it on the low
White boy trailer trash, you don’t even know

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