Lyrics The Burbs - DEAR-GOD

The Burbs

I’m a ground boy not pretty
Steady blowing up to my boys in the city
I don’t even think these lame boys fucking ready
Make believe, prepping in white on my belly
Bleeding fucking pissing on the world, R. Kelly
Hereditary problems on my pops.
Someone sent me
You don’t wanna see me pop off like confetti
You a fuck boy, only fuck until 18s.
I can have any teen
I’m back from the burbs
Where the backwoods burn and the clocks don’t turn
I’m back from the burbs
And I ain’t going back home until there’s bears out first
I’m back from the burbs
Where the backwoods burn and the clocks don’t turn.
y-y-yeah
I’m back from the burbs
And I ain’t going back home until there’s bears out first
Tequila in my liver
Sick and fucking tired of these shivers
Sick and tired of the, liquor
Sick and tired all the time
I got a pain in my chest and an anxious mind
Always try’na change
Said I quit yesterday but I was back at it today
I party hard and cut back
To the burbs and
I’m back from the burbs
Where the backwoods burn and the clocks don’t turn
I’m back from the burbs
And I ain’t going back home until there’s bears out first
I’m back from the burbs
Where the backwoods burn and the clocks don’t turn.
y-y-yeah
I’m back from the burbs
And I ain’t going back home until there’s bears out first
B-b-back from the burbs
Where the backwoods burn and the clocks don’t turn.
y-y-yeah
I’m back from the burbs
And I ain’t going back home until there’s bears out first
Where the backwoods burn and the clocks don’t turn
And I ain’t going back home until there’s bears out first
(I'm back from the burbs
Where the backwoods burn and the clocks don’t turn
I’m back from the burbs
And I ain’t going back home until there’s bears out first)