Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Suburban Base , by - Shredders. Song from the album Great Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 29.08.2019
Record label: Doomtree
Song language: English
Suburban Base |
| Maybe I grew up like a piece o' shit |
| Maybe I’m pathetic, babies |
| I ain’t got no etiquette |
| They just spread it like they better |
| Who the fuck is this? |
| And then I’m on ‘em like no other |
| I can take they gifts |
| Or leave ‘em I embody |
| What they look for when they buyin' shit |
| I exude this quality they simply can not get |
| For dollars |
| They authenticity does not exist |
| For nothin' |
| Gimme somethin' |
| What the fuck you want |
| I’m beat up |
| My feet up |
| My seat back |
| Windows cracked |
| I’m relaxed |
| Got the wind |
| At my back |
| What the fuck could y’all want |
| Yeah, Yeah |
| I’m beat up |
| My feet up |
| My seat back |
| Windows cracked |
| I’m relaxed |
| Got the wind |
| At my back |
| What the fuck could y’all want |
| (Fuck is up, yeah) |
| My vision blown in the wind of if it will, or if it won’t |
| Then again no one is comin' to get ya |
| Better listen for the engine when it’s lit up |
| And the piston, vren’a, vren’a |
| Piss and vinegar, venom and cynical vigor don’t get you up in it |
| Stop bitchin' just get in and whip it |
| I go with it, so vivid |
| So vicious, isn’t it |
| My heart‘s light, my soul’s different |
| I beat back my depression with both fists |
| And I run digits, numbers up and down |
| Fuckin' up accounts, if that what amounts |
| But I’m but I’m okay, okay |
| Heart pump like an 808 |
| I cannot fade — |
| Look at the state of play and tell me you ain’t afraid |
| Mouth keep the razor blade |
| Tongue keep the edge at bay |
| Might meet the end today |
| That’s why I made this, that’s why I play this way |
| I’m beat up |
| My feet up |
| My seat back |
| Windows cracked |
| I’m relaxed |
| Got the wind |
| At my back |
| What the fuck could y’all want |
| (Fuck is up, yeah) |
| What they do there isn’t fair |
| I’m aware it’s a bear |
| Snap a snare and then I annex my square |
| Fly as I dare |
| You ain’t gotta tell me how it compare, I don’t care |
| Kid Icarus up like a flare, watch the glare |
| I don’t put on, I just do me |
| Live from the beast |
| Fall on my face |
| Smile through my teeth |
| Find me a |
| I don’t put on I just do me |
| Live from the beast |
| Find me a piece |
| Or at least |
| Attack sustain decay release |
| I’m beat up |
| My feet up |
| My seat back |
| Windows cracked |
| I’m relaxed |
| Got the wind |
| At my back |
| What the fuck could y’all want |
| (the fuck would y’all want) |
| I’m beat up |
| My feet up |
| My seat back |
| Windows cracked |
| I’m relaxed |
| Got the wind |
| At my back |
| What the fuck could y’all want |
| (Fuck is up, yeah) |