Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pale Suburbian , by - BIV. Release date: 15.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pale Suburbian |
| Thoughts get heavy on me |
| Grandma died and it still preying on me |
| Old bitch hate my guts, so she flaked on me |
| Internet talk gettin' fucked in the brain for me |
| Sometimes I wish a fucka let it bang for me |
| Assisted suicide, miles high, with the chains on me |
| Y’all been laugh track, pumpin' till she bad back |
| Curious about that, didn’t know she was ya bitch, homie |
| Ain’t know me or know me then, just wait until you bury them |
| You’ll be prayin' to whatever God they carryin' |
| See the way they carry him |
| Box locked, couple words to knock him in the dirt again |
| Goodbye, so long, another friend |
| Tell me if this finna end |
| Woke the fuck up for the bands |
| And never ask for the handouts from the mans |
| Best for you, but it’s shit for me |
| Can’t break bread from the shit I seen |
| Couldn’t be team, man run third string |
| She get a pass till she cling |
| My bitch dead in my mental |
| Your bitch come off the street |
| Takin' the time that I need |
| Don’t hit my line for the shit you can’t keep |
| Head goin' twist like my dick on her lips |
| Boy, you a simp, huh |
| Soundin' goddamn sick |
| Spend it all on a bitch for a flic |
| Throwin' bands that she earned from her tips |
| Boy, you a spill in the script, yuh |
| They been the cause of this shit, yuh |
| Lackin' |
| Bitch tryna see me slackin' |
| I ain’t even 'bout that action |
| But I don’t trust what happens |
| Might be the first one to blast it |
| Or put myself up in the casket |
| Dead man walkin' and talkin' |
| They only want a reaction |
| Silently make my transaction |
| Pussy just been a distraction |
| Thought you was special, bitch, you been a fraction |
| Mental been keepin' me active |
| They talk the smoke, but the first one to ash it |
| I never wanted this practice |
| Just let me live in my traction |
| Just let me live in my tract-, yuh |
| Bitch go pogo, loco |
| Chokehold, way too so-so, slow-mo |
| Watch me snap like photo |
| Ass goin' clap like bravo |
| She peak like promo |
| Ass goin' clap like bravo |
| She peak like promo, yuh-yuh (Speak on it!) |
| Bitch go pogo, loco |
| Chokehold, way too so-so, slow-mo |
| Make me snap like photo |
| Ass been clappin' just like bravo |
| She go peak like promo, yuh |
| She go peak like promo, yuh, yuh |
| Lord save me, boy, I’m dyin' in my cuts |
| Only want me with the funds, all that money trap they lungs |
| Time got fucked, you a fuckin' punk, yuh |
| Don’t feel this numb, you a fuckin' bum |