Trailer Park - Jackson Dean

Air stream hitched to an F-150 Stars shine brighter when you ain't in the city One headlight on the signs that you're passin' Don't know where you're going, so there's no use in asking Why the hell you're here? What ya trying to find? Searching for an answer, down a broken white line Everybody's got a different definition of the good stuff Heading down the highway looking for a hook-up You'll know that you found it when the dreamer in your heart's Pulling in to Happyland Trailer Park Yep Yep Every state line, lose a little more baggage Trying to hang on to your best bad habits Boys in the Jeep cruising by with the roof off Hanging out the back, yelling follow us to Red Rocks Sayin' baby, we could probably find an extra ticket You're smiling like you might, but you know you're gonna miss it Everybody's got a different definition of the good stuff Heading down the highway looking for a hook-up You'll know that you found it when the dreamer in your heart's Pulling in to Happyland Trailer Park Back it in, plug it up Light the grill, fill your cup Get your lawn chair out Take it easy on guitar Make some friends, smoke a J Pass around the Jose Hey, welcome home to Happyland Trailer Park, yep Yep Might be out there somewhere at the end of the rainbow Might be in the eyes of somebody that you hold Might be lost in all the little things you need to let go Hoping that you find it before you get old Everybody's got a different definition of the good stuff Heading down the highway looking for a hook-up You'll know that you found it when the dreamer in your heart's Pulling into Happyland Trailer Park Oh, pulling into Happyland Trailer Park Back it in, Plug it up Light the grill, fill your cup Get your lawn chair out Take it easy on guitar Make some friends, smoke a J Pass around the Jose Hey, welcome home to Happyland Trailer Park Welcome home to Happyland Trailer Park Come on, yep

Heavy metal longsleeve made in 1988 Fake nugget wristwatch made in 1988 Dixie cup in the cup holder, shaking, making waves Boom, boom, boom, got Jurassic Park 808's Ooh, I'm Elvis Presley, 38's on 22's Rhinestone jacket like Joshua Hedley Yeah, I got that Honolulu Flower power, bouquet, medley About to throw this Chevy in Tom Cruise And go Trailer Park Hollywood, go Trailer Park Hollywood Yeah, I got a styrofoam cooler full of cheap suds Rock a necklace that I pulled off a sink plug Bubba's in the corner chilling with the mean mug Permanently ill, never did king drugs Did he crack a smile or is it just cracker smiles? That white trash hood shit Go deep with the crocodiles That gummo celebrity mullet is fucking popping now You laid on my vision You out of touch like a pocket dial Now hold up, open up the folder Look back in the rolodex We repping the seat ever since your uncle was smoking boas Ever since your crooked ass cop daddy, he pulled me over And took my quarter bag of dope, 'cause he's a smoker Fuck it, I got a lot where that came from I know a couple grow spots where that came from 808's rattle in the seat where she came from Yeah, I keep that bottom 'Cause I know where I came from Still Slum, bitch Just like a new velvet painting of a pinup girl We Trailer Park Hollywood, we Trailer Park Hollywood I still got the dice hanging from my rearview 'cause I'm Trailer Park Hollywood, I'm Trailer Park Hollywood, Hollywood Your mama's cigarettes hanging with the heroin, girl She's Trailer Park Hollywood, she's Trailer Park Hollywood Just like a new velvet painting of a pinup girl We Trailer Park Hollywood, Hollywood British nights, stepping through puddles and drinking Sprite Baby blue dirt bike Kickstand and the kitchen lights Diggin' through mama's vinyl collection To the smell of fried bologna's a ceremony My religion is 'Bama life No smoke in the mirror tricks, just dope in the mirror with The seeds in the rolling tray and the box with the poker chips The roach in the roach clip with the leather and feathers The bellbottoms and aqua net The hippies and heavy metal, uh And the block is hot as a tea kettle So much dope in the garage you can't park in it These levels of underground Made me a genius with keeping secrets With a family that's scrambling police radio signals So what does your daddy do? Punch in the clock and growing pot in the paddy room And you can't hang unless you get on his latitude Hip-hop is my lane and rock and roll is my attitude I stay country fresh, bitch Just like a new velvet painting of a pinup girl We Trailer Park Hollywood, we Trailer Park Hollywood I still got the dice hanging from my rearview 'cause I'm Trailer Park Hollywood, I'm Trailer Park Hollywood, Hollywood Your mama's cigarettes hanging with the heroin, girl She's Trailer Park Hollywood, she's Trailer Park Hollywood Just like a new velvet painting of a pinup girl We Trailer Park Hollywood, Hollywood