Colt Ford - Trailer Park Pulp Fiction lyrics

Low cut jeans, camel toe seams Baby didn't pa** on the extra baked beans I lust you, you lust me It's redneck chemistry Got checks to bounce, got an axe to grind Got me on the bike, got you behind Buy your mom a BOB and your dad some tissues We got ideas and we got issues Whoa oho Life's a real short party So let's turn it up, I'm gonna turn it up, I'm gonna burn, let's go Whoa oho Let's get some drama started Turn on the heat, turn up the friction Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction Write a little trailer park pulp fiction Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction Jekyll and Hyde, Bonnie and Clyde Romeo and Juliet better run it high You got the look and you got the touch Got moves so hot make a prison guard blush Got no rules got no compunction A product of good down home dysfunction Straight off the farm, children of the corn Get totaled, here comes the storm Whoa oho Life's a real short party So let's turn it up, I'm gonna turn it up, I'm gonna burn, let's go Whoa oho Let's get some drama started Turn on the heat, turn up the friction Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction Write a little trailer park pulp fiction Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction We'll end up, in the sunset In our pink lawn chairs With plastic palm tress, a big screen TV On parole in the middle if nowhere Until we're there Whoa oho Life's a real short party So let's turn it up, I'm gonna turn it up, I'm gonna burn, let's go Whoa oho Let's get some drama started Turn on the heat, turn up the friction Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction Write a little trailer park pulp fiction Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction