Suburban Song

Every house has its garden
A rocking chair on the porch
This suburb's more insane
No welcome doormat on the floor (oh yeah, yeah)

Ooh-oh-oh, oh-la-la-la
La, yeah

You work all day, and then coming back
Take that train, follow the same old track
For God's sake, where are we used to shack
On Sunday, our mind is just blown out

Paper or deal, don't ask nobody for nothing
I'm an independently, but with the style that you love
So check it out
The fellas know when we dine
There's such to me with a line
They can't believe a girl as kill as me is sick with the rhymes

You kiss your wife, and then say goodbye
Every morning, have to hurry, guy
In the evening, too tired for a chat
Too exhausted even to make a smile

Paper or deal, don't ask nobody for nothing
I'm an independently, but with the style that you love
So check it out
The fellas know when we dine
There's such to me with a line
They can't believe a girl as kill as me is sick with the rhymes

Met her in my dreams, she was my queen
A castle in the mountaintop, rivers and streams
Plucking sunlight from the sky in my pocket
Give it to you later on in the form of a lucky

The neighborhood is not to dream about
There's no trees, phantoms of the night
Nobody moves for a fight
A gram of weed, a fucking pipe of crack

Paper or deal, don't ask nobody for nothing
I'm an independently, but with the style that you love
So check it out (ooh-ooh-oh-ah)
The fellas know when we dine
There's such to me with a line
They can't believe a girl as kill as me is sick with the rhymes