Cruel Wind Of Suburbia

Hop in the Ford Motor sputters cos I'm sixteen Smooth like cocoa butter And we're cruising by, dripping Keep the bass kunt And tinny like a foil wrap Cos the dope shit bitches got? Can't afford that Downvoting my annotations Super intellectual Asians Makin nations shake On my birthday when my tummy aches My backseat smells like all the way And even though I know it came that way I don't correct these bitches Cos they know I'm only halfway gay Wonderin' what I've got in back Dude thinks he can handle that Reverse and swerve to my preferred Cos he knows where the party's at Youth is disappointing So I keep my bitches boring By comparison I'm cool as hell Mirror, mirror, ring a bell? What I gotta do when the lights come on To make 'em leave for a basic broad? I don't gotta ask for a hollaback I keep the eyes rolling #HEARTATTACK Stripping off our cardigans Eyes rolling at the lettermen Straightedge hoes, we don't want Your opinions or your lips, I'm in I stay exciting I keep a bitch enticing When I go down, I shake the ground Each earthquake is a heartbreak Wanna know how stars taste? I bottle up, Aristotle full throttle Working with professionals Your office space, how's the dick taste? By that I mean I dictate Your purpose on my landscape I don't condone a basic ho So hop in, baby, let's go! Faking ones, they get the gun Cos your girl is down to fuck We kick her out, she scream and shout We shrug and say "This suburb's hell." We kick her out This suburb's hell