Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Suburbia, artist - Kavinsky. Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Suburbia |
| I come to life |
| I come to life |
| Yea, I come to life |
| I come to life when I’m driving, see the city lights |
| Got me slipping, not too much to start it like |
| Because the night is young, and I got spots to hit |
| Bitches deceiving shit, shorty body feverish perfected |
| Welcome bitches up to perfection |
| I’m destined, please don’t try me son, I’m bad, who tested |
| All these nobody lames can’t see my flow |
| You would’ve thought it was legal, all the stour I blow |
| With a mamy riding shotty cute as Gwyneth Paltrow |
| So I’m all about this money, every day I count mo' |
| Fuck a Facebook, nigga I’m online banking |
| Fuck a Twitter follow, I’m paper chasing |
| And never will you ever see a nigga slow down |
| Pretty faces everywhere, baby girl it’s going down |
| It’s the fast life, I ain’t even talking bout me |
| Eh, by an out fare but to stop cheating |
| I come to life in my fast fast car |
| Young life, can that ever be ours? |
| My Testarossa same color as Mars |
| Buckle up, you are now riding with a star |
| I come to life |
| I come to life |
| Yea, I come to life |
| I come to life |
| Blood flowing, when I’m cruising give me a rush |
| Wanted me to go down, told er I just do it up |
| New York nigga, you can tell how my skin thick |
| Busting down some fried rice and rib tips |
| Feeling bout my business, in for this, these niggas ridiculous |
| Yall just wanna start shit, my nigga we finish it |
| So stop fronting like yall dudes can mess with me |
| I cut these fools like pizza pies with extra cheese |
| Make you a memory, have you laid out like the letter T |
| Never take my eyes off my enemy |
| Focused, when I’m in the room you feel my energy |
| Probably moving wrong if these haters ain’t upset with me |
| I keep em fuming, you can see the girl in em |
| I tell em keep it moving ‘fore we put them hollows in em |
| And ain’t nobody see it, we do it on the low |
| Then jump in the whip, son it’s time to go |
| I come to life in my fast fast car |
| Young life, can that ever be ours? |
| My Testarossa same color as Mars |
| Buckle up, you are now riding with a star |
| I come to life |
| I come to life |
| I come to life |
| Yea, I come to life |
| I come to life |
| I come to life! |