Suburbia

Never really kept the key low Only listened to music that got us emo Dreamt of big money from not casinos Good friends become godfathers like Al Pacino Fly by the seat of my chinos We tryna stroll off the beaten camino Everybody always been asleep on the stilo And these small town bitches ain't really feed my libido Seen skirts on skirts on skirts drop down Seen good girls under 20 bellies pop out Seen a papa dip out She the one she the one who can't hop out It's a goddamn shame over here Wheelchair-ridin' old ways over here Steeples are feeble more needles than people Spiegel im spiegel Suburbia won't take me home I know I know I know I know I know better I know I know I know Suburbia won't take me home I know You gon' be alright, too many trees with caught kites The window candles always on the lookout for the headlights Doin' donuts in the country Rip bogues somethin' like a counterfeit Mugsy I sit low free flow ego chubby If I ain't dress like them I guess I'm ugly None of our ex-girls love us Heard about it in the VW Trippin' like we all had lice Head-scratch summers I still ain't know shit 'bout the grand scheme No one understand me, man in the mirror prolly damned me Run a lot to keep from gettin' antsy, hands gettin' clammy Guilt trips to and from the pantry Remember GOAT Ain't no stay gon' make me The GOAT I know Streetside lookin' like Seahaven so Truman get to movin' Suburbia won't take me home I know I know I know I know I know better I know I know I know Suburbia won't take me home I know You gon' be alright, too many trees with caught kites The window candles always on the lookout for the headlights Just hit the guard rail And we were swervin', yeah Suburbia won't take me home I know I know I know I know I know better I know I know I know Suburbia won't take me home I know You gon' be alright, too many trees with caught kites The window candles always on the lookout for the headlights