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High Class Snot
Note from Wade: This song is not autobiographical!
It’s a song about a rich
kid being a jerk to me when I was growing up.
Driving back from the beach
I’ve got a case of beer in my rumble seat
Look out into the street
There’s people out there who can’t afford to eat
But I don’t care
I just want some kind of distance there
Well, I’ve got white walls
I’ve got brass balls
I’ve got clean shoes
I’ve got those nose decay blues
But I don’t care
I’ll get an operation when my nose ain’t there
Well people often ask me where I get my cash
I say, “Hey brother, why you ask?”
Well people often ask me where I get my blow
I say, “Hey brother, you don’t want to know
I’m a cheap skate
I’m dead weight
I tell you I’m fresh bait
That’s why I’m always late
Always got a trick or two up my sleeve
I’ve got government connections that you wouldn’t believe
Ask your sister, ask your bro
Ask ‘em who’s the daddy who own their soul
Ask your employer, ask the pope
But don’t ask me to tell you so
I already told you, you don’t want to know
Don’t want to be the one to say, “I told you so”
Well, I’m free on bail
I never spend no time in jail
I’m white trash
That’s why I’m high class
Here I am, and this is what you’ve got
You’ve got a high class snot
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