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 f******u 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 Got the wind At my back What the fuck could y'all want What they do there isn't fair I'm aware, it's a bear Snap a snare and then I annex my square Fly as I dare You ain't gotta tell me how it compare, I don't care Kid Icarus up like a flare, watch the glare I don't put on, I just do me Live from the beast Fall on my face Smile through my teeth Find me a- I don't put on I just do me Live from the beast Find me a piece Or at least Attack sustain decay release 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 --- Suburban Base - Shredders