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