Far Away
Suburban now but a marketplace so far away
So far away
I was in the whip so far away
So far away, so far away
I was smoking spliffs but not today still smoking blunts whole anyways
Adidas rip or Nike 2 ways
I see this bitch like everyday day
She's a gift I wanna spend all I make
I see a rift and I might have to run away
I know how it goes when you try to stay
Who would want for it to go that way
Aston Martin ya the DB8
Drinks martinis when she needs an escape
Cosmopolitan these days
She can really polish them I'm amazed
Thinking
Suburban now but a marketplace so far away
So far away
Suburban now but a marketplace so far away
So far away
I was in the whip so far away
Far away, far away
I was in the whip so far away
Way, ya
Suburban Mom she's in a market place off a ways
So far away
I'm sure she's on her way
She's on her way
On her way she might stop for crepes
Look at her and it's not waste
You Can't blame me I just want a taste
It's all on me I've gotta get the raise
Apollo now ya I move the rays
Back in the booth and I'm stoned
But I can't be fucked up
Cause that shit makes me sad
You know I gotta be tough
We keep it rough and rowdy just like it was at the beginning
I prefer not to apologize when I know my intentions
Ohhh
Suburban now but a market place so far away so far away
I was in the whip so far away but I can't day dream no not today
So far away
I was in the whip so far away
So far away, so far away
I was smoking spliffs but not today still smoking blunts whole anyways
Adidas rip or Nike 2 ways
I see this bitch like everyday day
She's a gift I wanna spend all I make
I see a rift and I might have to run away
I know how it goes when you try to stay
Who would want for it to go that way
Aston Martin ya the DB8
Drinks martinis when she needs an escape
Cosmopolitan these days
She can really polish them I'm amazed
Thinking
Suburban now but a marketplace so far away
So far away
Suburban now but a marketplace so far away
So far away
I was in the whip so far away
Far away, far away
I was in the whip so far away
Way, ya
Suburban Mom she's in a market place off a ways
So far away
I'm sure she's on her way
She's on her way
On her way she might stop for crepes
Look at her and it's not waste
You Can't blame me I just want a taste
It's all on me I've gotta get the raise
Apollo now ya I move the rays
Back in the booth and I'm stoned
But I can't be fucked up
Cause that shit makes me sad
You know I gotta be tough
We keep it rough and rowdy just like it was at the beginning
I prefer not to apologize when I know my intentions
Ohhh
Suburban now but a market place so far away so far away
I was in the whip so far away but I can't day dream no not today
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Writer(s): Spencer Morse
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