Suburban
Life by Kottonmouth Kings
Suburban life
Aint what it seems
Suburban life
The American dream
Suburban life
So pretty and clean
Suburban life
Aint what it seems
Big A, Little A, bouncing B
The systems got you but it won't get me
Big A, Little A, bouncing B
The systems got you but it won't get me
Now my posse bought the system
American Dreamer
I got a new home
And a brand new beamer
But it didn't take long for things to fall apart
Cause the system daddy bought aint got no heart
From the bills today
got bloodshot eyes
The American dream
Was a pack of lies
Well six months later
Medicinal court
Divorce time baby
lets have some pork
I went from home cooked meals to tv dinners
Uncle Sam aint no saint he's the sinner
There's no cashback cos their's no receipt
Suburban life aint gonna die for me
Suburban life
Aint what it seems
Suburban life
The American dream
Suburban life
So pretty and clean
Suburban life
Aint what it seems
Big A, Little A, bouncing B
The systems got you but it won't get me
Big A, Little A, bouncing B
The systems got you but it won't get me
You been a little demon
To deserve the cra
More drugs, white thugs
And wannabes
Soldiers of the burbs
All built they see
America. What?
Land of the free
You got your problems?
I got mine too
There's not enough pot for the kottonmouth crew
Cause when we smoke we smoke to get away
To elevate from this world of hate
Now the perpetrate
I don't want no direugers
selling herbs on the burbs
sold on every street
No real jobs for the PTP
What's it gonna be?
White minority
Suburban life
Aint what it seems
Suburban life
The American dream
Suburban life
So pretty and clean
Suburban life
Aint what it seems
Big A, Little A, bouncing B
The systems got you but it won't get me
Big A, Little A, bouncing B
The systems got you but it won't get me
Broken homes
Inside every house
Neighbours yelling
We can't work it out
Beaten
wives
twinged out nights
Ooh what a feeling
Ooh what a life
Well, you can't turn back the hands of time
So let me tell ya about a fly that's out of your mind
All we need
King of the crops
Deep dark purse
Phat drop tops
Willy banjos
Behind his ear
Two turn tables
And a Heineken beer
Life is just an everyday thing
Kottonmouth kings
Then the telephone rings
It's x and you know he's rolling
with saint dog (ruff)
Leaving lots of frogs
truck full of hogs
Truck full of snakes
Whatever we could get we was gonna take
Just like the pirates of the carribean
Neighbourhood watch
Don't like what they're seeing