The Burbs

I'm a grime boy, not pretty Steady pulling up to my boys in the city I don't even think these lame boys fucking ready Maple Leaf, repping in white on my belly Bleeder fucking pissing on the world, R. Kelly Hereditary problems on my pops, don't tempt me You don't wanna see me pop off like Confetti You a fuck boy, only fuckin' telly thing, I can have any ting I'm back from the burbs Where the backwoods burn and the clocks don't turn I'm back from the burbs And I ain't going back home until I spazz out first I'm back from the burbs Where the backwoods burn and the clocks don't turn, y-y-yeah I'm back from the burbs And I ain't going back home until I spazz out first Tequila in my liver Sick and fucking tired of these shivers Sick and tired of the liquor Sick and tired all the time I got a pain in my chest and an anxious mind Always tryna change Said I quit yesterday, but I was back at it today I party hard and cut back To the burbs, hit GO bus and burn through a sack I'm back from the burbs Where the backwoods burn and the clocks don't turn I'm back from the burbs And I ain't going back home until I spazz out first I'm back from the burbs Where the backwoods burn and the clocks don't turn, y-y-yeah I'm back from the burbs And I ain't going back home until I spazz out first B-b-back from the burbs Where the backwoods burn and the clocks don't turn, y-y-yeah I'm back from the burbs And I ain't going back home until I spazz out first Where the backwoods burn and the clocks don't turn And I ain't going back home until I spazz out first I'm back from the burbs Where the backwoods burn and the clocks don't turn I'm back from the burbs And I ain't going back home until I spazz out first