Get You Some

Poor white trash from a single wide Survivor of the thought of suicide Light in the dark, voice in the crowd Started out as a spark Now I'm a mushroom cloud From a loser to a winner with my crooked middle finger Now I'm four kids deep buying five star dinners Montana down to hollywood Here comes the fucking trailerhood Tell me are you ready son I'm a bullet from a loaded gun Jump on this freight train There ain't no slowing down We're every lost kid From every lost town Jump on this freight train Yeah we're far from done You know you want it Go on and get you some Get you some For every nobody never got no shot From the bottom of the barrel Clawing to the top Took seventeen years til I finally hit Haters gonna hate, let 'em talk that shit Jump on this freight train There ain't no slowing down We're every lost kid From every lost town Jump on this freight train Yeah we're far from done You know you want it Go on and get you some Go on and get you some Go on and get you some Go on and get you some Tell me are you ready son I'm a bullet from a loaded gun Tell me are you ready son Jump on this freight train There ain't no slowing down We're every lost kid From every lost town Jump on this freight train Yeah we're far from done You know you want it Go on and get you some Go on and get you some Go on and get you some Go on and get you some