Suburbia
I been fearless
Sincerely, I'm not comparable
Baritone lyrics ya hear it
Ya smell it right through
My pheremones
There I go boasting
And gloating, mostly I want
The heir to throne
I ain't scared of no ghost
Believe me, leave ya with your
Spirit gone. This ain't
That type of song
Don't want you to hear it wrong
I'm out here tryna make it right
Feeling like I'm still alone
Couple hoes I like to bone
Selfish man I like to roam
I just might not make it home
Knowing she don't like it though
Out here living double lives
Scared of tryna compromise
Either work a 9 to 5
Or struggle tryna hustle rhymes
I'm in a bubble tryna cut it
While I'm in my prime
Almost 30 almost feel I'm in a hurry
My job is always threatened
Desk job ain't even sturdy
Is it worth it? Probably not
Feeling lifes molly whop
Seen a jail, fleeting hell
Needing bail, tryna get this
Ship to sail while I'm stuck
Inside this dock
The kind of block I'm on
Is either building blocks upon
Kids throwing rocks in ponds
Smack you with the tops of palms
Fucking knock your block off
If you cotton soft
Ducking cops from prostitutes
That'll suck you till your cock is soft
If shit get awkward
I'm downing vodka and Tylenol
I'm just another tile on the project
You'll find me on a wall
Living suburbia niggas is still worried bruh
Swear I just seen a dead body an hour earlier
Sincerely, I'm not comparable
Baritone lyrics ya hear it
Ya smell it right through
My pheremones
There I go boasting
And gloating, mostly I want
The heir to throne
I ain't scared of no ghost
Believe me, leave ya with your
Spirit gone. This ain't
That type of song
Don't want you to hear it wrong
I'm out here tryna make it right
Feeling like I'm still alone
Couple hoes I like to bone
Selfish man I like to roam
I just might not make it home
Knowing she don't like it though
Out here living double lives
Scared of tryna compromise
Either work a 9 to 5
Or struggle tryna hustle rhymes
I'm in a bubble tryna cut it
While I'm in my prime
Almost 30 almost feel I'm in a hurry
My job is always threatened
Desk job ain't even sturdy
Is it worth it? Probably not
Feeling lifes molly whop
Seen a jail, fleeting hell
Needing bail, tryna get this
Ship to sail while I'm stuck
Inside this dock
The kind of block I'm on
Is either building blocks upon
Kids throwing rocks in ponds
Smack you with the tops of palms
Fucking knock your block off
If you cotton soft
Ducking cops from prostitutes
That'll suck you till your cock is soft
If shit get awkward
I'm downing vodka and Tylenol
I'm just another tile on the project
You'll find me on a wall
Living suburbia niggas is still worried bruh
Swear I just seen a dead body an hour earlier
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Writer(s): Adam Reed
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