How many of you people are white trash? Way back in junior high I could of swore my name was white boy (What's up white boy?) There was all types of ill shit going down Between gangsters, thugs and cholos Heshians, Asians or insane usos Well I've got friends black white yellow red and brown We would sit there by the river And listen to the freeway Just sit and smoke and drink with all my crew (ohh) Well now when I look back Over blue skies and smoke stacks It makes me laugh to think I've made it through And I hear the birds sing When the sun brings out the morning And there's everything or nothing I can do When I break into my stash I remember trailer ras And there's everything or nothing I can do We would sit there by the river And listen to the freeway And do the things you're not supposed to do How to the jump the fence was the first thing I learned in high school And I knew this girl that lived just down the street On the phone the whole day scoring And when hickeys got boring The neighborhood was filled with pounds of tweak We would sit in the recliner and listen to the TV And do the things you're not supposed to do Well now when I look back or I see teenagers mack Well I think about those days I spent with you And I hear the birds sing When the sun brings out the morning And there's everything or nothing I can do When I break into my stash I remember trailer ras And there's everything for me to do © ERIC WILSON PUBLISHING; FLOYD I GAUGH PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com