Trailer Trash - Tuka

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

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

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

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

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

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