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Ben Folds
Ben Folds
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Ben Grosse
Ben Grosse
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Richard Fortus
Richard Fortus
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Cameron Webb
Cameron Webb
Программирование
Blumpy
Blumpy
Программирование
John Vitale
John Vitale
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Andrew R. Wallace
Andrew R. Wallace
Программирование
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Ben Folds
Ben Folds
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John Mark Painter
John Mark Painter
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Ben Folds
Ben Folds
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Ben Grosse
Ben Grosse
Миксинг-инженер
Cameron Webb
Cameron Webb
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Rick Behrens
Rick Behrens
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Aaron Lepley
Aaron Lepley
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Chuck Bailey
Chuck Bailey
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Justin Pynes
Justin Pynes
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Uly Noriega
Uly Noriega
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Dale Lawtone
Dale Lawtone
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Blumpy
Blumpy
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Andrew R. Wallace
Andrew R. Wallace
Инженер звукозаписи
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
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Andy Wallace
Andy Wallace
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Let me tell y'all what it's like Being male, middle-class, and white It's a bitch, if you don't believe Listen up to my new CD, sha-mon I got shit runnin' through my brain So intense, that I can't explain All alone in my white-boy pain Shake your booty while the band complains I'm rockin' the suburbs, just like Michael Jackson did I'm rockin' the suburbs, except that he was talented I'm rockin' the suburbs, I take the checks, and face the facts That some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks I'm pissed off, but I'm too polite When people break in the McDonald's line Mom and dad, you made me so uptight I'm gonna cuss on the mic tonight I don't know how much I can take Girl, give me something I can break I'm rockin' the suburbs, just like Quiet Riot did I'm rockin' the suburbs, except that they were talented I'm rockin' the suburbs, I take the checks, and face the facts That some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks In a haze these days, I pull up to the stop light I can feel that something's not right I can feel that someone's blasting me with hate and bass Sendin' dirty vibes my way 'Cause, my great-great-great-great-grandad Made someone's great-great-great-great-granddaddies slaves It wasn't my idea It wasn't my idea Never was my idea I just drove to the store for some preparation-H Y'all don't know what it's like, being male, middle-class, and white Y'all don't know what it's like, being male, middle-class, and white Y'all don't know what it's like, being male, middle-class and white Y'all don't know what it's like, being male, middle class and white It gets me real pissed off, and it makes me wanna say It gets me real pissed off, and it makes me wanna say It gets me real pissed off, and it makes me wanna say, fuck! Just like Jon Bon Jovi did I'm rockin' the suburbs, except that he was talented I'm rockin' the suburbs, I take the checks, and face the facts That some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks these days Yeah, yeah, I'm rockin' the suburbs Yeah, yeah, I'm rockin' the suburbs Yeah, yeah You better look out because, I'm gonna say "Fuck" You better look out because, I'm gonna say "Fuck" You better look out because, I'm gonna say "Fuck" You better look out because, I'm gonna say "Fuck"
Writer(s): Ben Folds Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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