White Trash from White Trash by Hillsboro
Tracklist
| 3. | White Trash | 3:05 |
Lyrics
Tip in mouth, gun in hand
Circling my block
quiet now, over it
Wish you loved me less
Put it up to your head
Thick lines taper thin
Come on babe wipe your chin
They're just bad men
With the sun hanging down over your shoulders
With the sun hanging down over your shoulders
The joke is all over you
Money in your mouth
Bleed it out, self assured
Easy bored, out of it
She's sensitive, she's sensitive
Milk me of sympathy
You see your gods dying low
She's sensitive and black summer
With the sun hanging down over your shoulders
With the sun hanging down over your shoulders
I watched him die whining while
His mother cried, she's alive
Big surprise, she's sensitive
She's sensitive, gemini
Sell the house, sell the car
Sell the kids, dunhill
Always apologize
You will die online
With the sun hanging down over your shoulders
With the sun hanging down over your shoulders
With the sun hanging down over your shoulders
With the sun hanging down over your shoulders
