| This mindless self-indulgence
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| Got me spinning round in circles
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| {Cause when you live in the suburbs, dawg
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| It’s just as fucked up as everywhere else
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| Y’know what I’m saying?}
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| I am what I am
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| Who I am is where I’m at
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| Yeah, this is home sweet home
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| I was raised in a town that wasn’t healthy
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| Grew up in the middle of the most affluent and wealthy
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| Most people would assume happiness within the 'burbs
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| Please hear my words, that lifestyle is absurd
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| Remember «Clueless»? |
| That’s my hood but more ruthless
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| The method on how they call it depends on your wallet
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| From the outside it’s «Home Sweet Home»
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| Where little eight-year-old kids have their own cell phones
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| It’s the 'burbs, where money’s the only need
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| Cause millionaires survive on principles of lust and greed
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| We talk about a place where middle class is second rate
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| Dissed at an early age for not having a guarded gate
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| In this case, parents try to buy their kids' love
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| How do you think most of these kids can afford all of these drugs?
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| We sit back and act like it’s as cute as can be
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| And emulate from TV programs like «O.C.»
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| This mindless self-indulgence
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| Got me spinning round in circles
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| Don’t think I’ll ever stop
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| My love for this forever burns
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| I am what I am
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| Who I am is where I’m at
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| Yeah, this is home sweet home
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| I ain’t going nowhere
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| And I’m never ever going back
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| My high school was just like a fashion show
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| A runway for expensive clothes and cash flow
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| It’s dog-eat-dog, puberty can’t run its course
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| You either were a nerd or a jock who rocked sports
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| And no shock, we’d come back from Christmas break
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| To see most of the girls' noses molded into pretty shapes
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| If they had problems, Daddy bought 'em bigger breasts
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| Like every answer to the test is resting in your daughter’s chest
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| So much plastic surgery, it’s obscene
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| Girls follow images that can’t humanly be achieved
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| It’s not their fault, reality’s distorted
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| Why do you think these girls develop eating disorders?
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| Cause girls who have attitudes to be stuck-up
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| Are messed up, cause on weekends they act like sluts
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| Yeah we look happy, but what’s it all worth?
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| Because you lose your identity living in suburbs, what
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| This mindless self-indulgence
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| Got me spinning round in circles
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| Don’t think I’ll ever stop
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| My love for this forever burns
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| I am what I am
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| Who I am is where I’m at
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| Yeah, this is home sweet home
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| I ain’t going nowhere
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| And I’m never ever going back
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| Yo
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| There’s places like this wherever you call home
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| Same fucked-up suburb just with a different zip code
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| With spoiled brats living fake realities
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| Where student parking lots have better cars than faculties'
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| Truth is, richer the quicker they are to fight
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| Despite all this cash they still live like Thug Lyfe
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| I’ll admit that most chicks are straight hot freaks
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| But what makes them unique is their body comes with a receipt
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| But in due time these problems will show
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| Why do you think these high school shootings don’t happen in ghettos?
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| Next time you see a student driving a Porsche
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| Throwing cash like Jermaine Dupri, living like Brandon Walsh
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| Imagine their classmate who ain’t that rich
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| Can’t find his utopia although he’s supposed to live in it
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| And getting picked on for years eventually hurts
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| But then again that’s just another day up in these suburbs, right?
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| This mindless self-indulgence
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| Got me spinning round in circles
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| Don’t think I’ll ever stop
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| My love for this forever burns
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| I am what I am
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| Who I am is where I’m at
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| Yeah, this is home sweet home
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| I ain’t going nowhere
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| And I’m never ever going back
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| Never going back, never going back
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| Never going back, never going back
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| Never going back, never going back
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| Never going back, never going back |