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The Suburbs
119
R&B/Soul
The Suburbs è stato pubblicato il 23 aprile 2021 da Houston Kendrick come parte dell'album Small Infinity
album cover
Data di uscita23 aprile 2021
EtichettaHouston Kendrick
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM116

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Houston Kendrick
Houston Kendrick
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kermit Houston Kendrick
Kermit Houston Kendrick
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kermit Houston Kendrick
Kermit Houston Kendrick
Producer
Bobby Knepper
Bobby Knepper
Mixing Engineer
Will DuPerier
Will DuPerier
Mixing Engineer
Mixtape Seoul
Mixtape Seoul
Producer

Testi

Just another day in the suburbs
It really ain’t shit to do
I did all my chores
I kissed my mother
Hit the homies like “what’s the move?”
Only the truest was in my tribe
They knew me since I was five
They never be asking me why
They already know the vibes
Man we was young and dumber
Thought we’d make it out the suburbs
I got a Lexus and named her Topanga
We and my homies was dangerous
All that we had to our name was
Two middle fingers
When you a teen it seems your parents is strangers
So we hit the team and we did some strange shit
Yeah yeah
Dollar theater dance parties in the parking lot
Laughing at them preppy kids wearing crocs
Grab a bat let’s go fuck up a mailbox and crack a natty light pretend we drank a lot
We was young, dumb kids in the suburbs
Four loko, weed, and rubbers
Cover for each other
Backseat love in the summer
Young, dumb kids in the suburbs
Get that food wine out the cupboard
Promise I won’t tell your mother
If she ask just say we
Young dumb kids in the suburbs
Young dumb kids in the suburbs
Lonely boy in the suburbs
Learning how to love his skin color
Isolated by the love he prefers
Thinking he’s a good for nothing sinner
When he would close his eyes
Envision a paradise
Where everybody was nice
And people were on his side
He sounds like a bummer
But he made it out the fucking suburbs
Now that boy he love his melanin
And he very far some celibate
And by every metric he killing it
Winning would be a synonym
So glad we made it out the suburbs, oh
I wish Tapanga could see us grown
Every time that I play this song
I’m a hear that old engine moan
In the burbs, I call them home
Yeah
So grab a bat let’s go fuck up a mailbox
And crack a natty light
Pretend we drank a lot
We was young, dumb kids in the suburbs
Four loko, weed, and rubbers
Cover for each other
Backseat love in the summer
Young, dumb kids in the suburbs
Get that food wine out the cupboard
Promise I won’t tell your mother
If she ask just say we
Young dumb kids in the suburbs
Young dumb kids in the suburbs
Yeah
The suburbs
Fuck the suburbs
I love the suburbs
Written by: Kermit Houston Kendrick
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