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White Trash
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Rock
White Trash was released on February 23, 2026 by Independent as a part of the album White Trash - Single
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Release DateFebruary 23, 2026
LabelIndependent
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jimmy Shaw
Jimmy Shaw
Drums
Chase Engel
Chase Engel
Didgeridoo
Connor William Schrems
Connor William Schrems
Guitar
Zander Regent
Zander Regent
Bass
James Hudson
James Hudson
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chase Engel
Chase Engel
Songwriter
Connor William Schrems
Connor William Schrems
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charles Alkazian
Charles Alkazian
Producer

Lyrics

Oh, we're gonna go hard
Gotta try to sit broken in the front yard, baby
I could never be a high-class
I'm tuned up and beat down
I'm Midwest and white trash
That child's a boy so backed up with these PBRs straight stacked up
Got a DUI on my gold card I watch Pornhub at my Walmart
I got two kids that I've seen twice but they got tattoos of their names
I don't give a shit, let your feed back over dress shoes while I wait away
My ass clapped out, full grand jam, straight cranked out those rap jams
I got a lawsuit in my workplace now with all-out misneck braids
Not no lies, all straight facts, what's in packs with my fruit snacks?
Smoke wax, pantsuit, glass balls, putting guitars on these trap songs
Nights full of stereos, putting Miller Lite in my Cheerios
Take first dates at my strip club and I drink juice from my dip cup
Last drunk once at my court case, got a ham job in some drag race
These 18's full of Snoop boys with me knocked up in my F-150
Oh, we're gonna go hard
Gotta try to sit broken in the front yard, baby
At least I can never be a high-class
I've been chewed up and spit out
I'm tuned up and beat down, I'm Midwest and white trash
'Cause I don't even need that last one but I never pass one
I would never send that back and I was trying for that shorty
It was kinda sporty sipping on the 40s and sorry with the Midwest accent, oh!
That trip is tearing keypines
Got mayonnaise on my trunk times
Got man glaze on my futon
Watched NASCARs with my four plate
That Applebee's straight gourmet
Got small girls in those short skirts
I like bad girls in those down shirts
When I'm blacked out it's your race track
Redfield's house with two beers cracked
High on cocaine in my kids rooms
But I don't even think they're mine, girl
I steal pills from my grandma and I pawn things that I steal, y'all
Still big guns for that room we tossed and broke up but we still be cousins
Oh, we're gonna go hard
Gotta track us in, roaming in the front yard, baby
At least I can never be a high-class
I've been chewed up and spit out
I'm tuned up and beat down, I'm Midwest and white trash
Ooh, what do we got going on here?
Sometimes I try so hard
But at the end of the day
We're just living with what we're given babe
I ain't got a lot but I go hard
I got the top card but I'm so scarred
I cold started my own dreams
Riding the bench with my own teams
My own screams, I tuned out
Got my own song playing, let it turn down
Well, I ain't never had a chance but you hear me praying
Come from the bottom, you hear me saying
Oh, we gonna go hard
Baby, I'm a soul, we can break out someday
Oh, we gonna go hard
Gotta track and send, bumpin' in the front yard, baby
At least I can never be a high-class
I've been chewed up and spit out, I've been chewed up and spit out
I'm stronger but stronger
I've been tuned up and beat down
I'm Midwest and white trash
I'm Midwest and white trash
Written by: Chase Engel, Connor William Schrems
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