(intro)

Managed to not give one fuck

But still kept it a buck

Can't even ask for no luck

With these bars I am Chuck

Norris

Don't tell me pipe down, I'm an organ

Had so much tree, I was Oregon

But they got me on papers, no more of it

Sobriety taught me 'bout boredom

I need more dubs, 'fore I get torn up

I'm finna blow don't say "he didn't warn us"

I gave y'all so many verses

It's time for the chorus

So many holes in these stories

They porous

I keep keepin' it real

But it's for what?

It just doesn't feel like I'll be on a tour bus

(chorus)

AY

Backroads circling Suburbia

Music yellin' "turn me up!"

Yeah, passenger princеss

I ain't gettin' some, I'm earnin' somе

Forty-five, on the sign

Don't look at my speedometer

I show her the milky way, then

Take her to Andromeda

She must really love me, huh

Whispering sweet nothings, yuh

Baby, you a queen, and all your haters

Stayin' under ya

We could run away, ad let 'em

Search for us

Drivin' in the whip, tastin' your lips, around

Suburbia

Suburbia

Suburbia

Drivin' in the whip, tastin' your lips, around

Suburbia

Suburbia

Suburbia

(verse)

I been sober, and I don't like it

When I'm with you, I don't mind it

You support me, no jedi mind tricks

Said I looked so cute on my license

I know you lyin'

Anyways, you know that cash

I made, from CDs, I just might spend it

On you babe, lets go

Out to the city, 'till the nights ended

Got invited to a hangout across the state line

They know me from my songs, said I would make time

Okay, let's go, if the stars A-lign

Pulled up and they hit us with the "A-Y"

"What's up, Spaceman?"

Not much, yo, this my woman, and you?

She laid up on my shoulder, smelling Cantu

"Yo, Space, we're good, there's games, music, and food"

Haha, sounds coo

Sounds cool

(verse)

Thought I was alone

Stripped to the bone

Now I feel charged, like a phone

Leave a message at the tone

If you know, then you know

If you know, then you know

Yeah, uh

Know that through all of these years

I was low

Smoke and mirrors clear, and it's clear

That there's hope

I guess I was steered, by the fear

Of unknown

Projecting every tear, on my peers

When I spoke

Yeah

When I spoke

When I spoke

Yeah, uh

(chorus)

Backroads circling Suburbia

Music yellin' "turn me up!"

Yeah, passenger princess

I ain't gettin' some, I'm earnin' some

Forty-five, on the sign

Don't look at my speedometer

I show her the milky way, then

Take her to Andromeda

She must really love me, huh

Whispering sweet nothings, yuh

(outro)

I like the -

That's smooth

That's smooth

That's smooth

That's smooth

I'm finna make it

But until then

I'm stuck in suburbia

Which isn't really that bad is it?