Suburban Base

Maybe I grew up like a piece a shit

Maybe I'm pathetic, babies

I ain't got no etiquette

They just spread it like they better

Who the fuck it this?

And then I'm on 'em like no other

I can take they gifts

Or leave 'em I embody

What they look for when they buying shit

I exude this quality they simply can not get

For dollars

They authenticity does not exist

For nothing

Gimme something

What the fuck you want

I'm beat up

My feet up

My seat back

Windows cracked

I'm relaxed

Got the wind

At my back

What the fuck could y'all want

I'm beat up

My feet up

My seat back

Windows cracked

I'm relaxed

Got the wind

At my back

What the fuck could y'all want

My vision blown in the wind of if it will, or if it won't

Then again no one is coming to get ya

Better listen for the engine when it's lit up

And the piston vren'a vren'a

Piss and vinegar, venom and cynical vigor don't get you up in it

Stop bitching just get in and whip it

I go with it, so vivid

So vicious, isn't it

My heart's light, but my soul's different

I beat back my depression with both fists

And I run digits, numbers up and down

Fucking up accounts, if that's what amounts

But um, okay okay

Heart pump like an 808

I cannot fade

Look at the state of play and tell me you ain't afraid

Mouth keep the razor blade

Tongue keep the edge at bay

Might meet the end today

That's why I made this, that's why I play this way

I'm beat up

My feet up

My seat back

Windows cracked

I'm relaxed