Trailer Fabulous
Crawdaddy (repeat)
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chorus:
i'm livin' trailer fabulous
i'll tempered mad and scandalous
don't act like you can handle this
hammered and scarred around the wrist
Woke up this mornin
lookin' janky people laughing at me
pushed out the door and hit the dirty
i got a dollar thirty
i hit the store and saw a whore
and tried to take her with me
she said "haaay, you ain't got no money!"
and so i wrote it off and rode off and shook it off
had to stop for a minute from the cancer cough
but i lit it up again
i lit it up again
hay
"haay you ain't got no money!"
Chorus
Atlanta, georgia from the crib to the bama border
i'm outta order
put down the water pick up the bottle and a tape recorder
d.u.i. till i die
flossin' through pink pony
throwin' money at tenderoni lookin' lonely
i got ice queens, meth girls fresh out the clinic with curls
i like girls that like girls what a world
we dealin' with feelin' it
till somebody tell me i'm dead
you git it i'm chillin' in it and i'm puttin' it in my bed
up in winnie dixie
i'm choppin' rockin' dokken' and pill poppin'
you know i'm show stoppin' poppin' and lockin'
run up in yo house with a stocking ridin a huffy table toppin
moppin the floor at wendy's, i'm wearing nothing trendy
i'm a half-ass half-breed half slap and half happy
drinkin beer
steer clear of deer
run out in the front yard and play smear the queer
"i just got off probation... i just lost all sensation... wow!"
eee awww eee awwww jackass!
Chorus
drop
chorus:
i'm livin' trailer fabulous
i'll tempered mad and scandalous
don't act like you can handle this
hammered and scarred around the wrist
Woke up this mornin
lookin' janky people laughing at me
pushed out the door and hit the dirty
i got a dollar thirty
i hit the store and saw a whore
and tried to take her with me
she said "haaay, you ain't got no money!"
and so i wrote it off and rode off and shook it off
had to stop for a minute from the cancer cough
but i lit it up again
i lit it up again
hay
"haay you ain't got no money!"
Chorus
Atlanta, georgia from the crib to the bama border
i'm outta order
put down the water pick up the bottle and a tape recorder
d.u.i. till i die
flossin' through pink pony
throwin' money at tenderoni lookin' lonely
i got ice queens, meth girls fresh out the clinic with curls
i like girls that like girls what a world
we dealin' with feelin' it
till somebody tell me i'm dead
you git it i'm chillin' in it and i'm puttin' it in my bed
up in winnie dixie
i'm choppin' rockin' dokken' and pill poppin'
you know i'm show stoppin' poppin' and lockin'
run up in yo house with a stocking ridin a huffy table toppin
moppin the floor at wendy's, i'm wearing nothing trendy
i'm a half-ass half-breed half slap and half happy
drinkin beer
steer clear of deer
run out in the front yard and play smear the queer
"i just got off probation... i just lost all sensation... wow!"
eee awww eee awwww jackass!
Chorus
Credits
Writer(s): Jason Brooks
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