Suburban Junky

Ain't no rhyme or reason
All that matters is that high
Got no job, got no life
No hope for today or tomorrow
You wear those shades
To hide those bloodshot eyes
Don't mess with the man in shades
Or he'll fall down and crack his head

Living in a blissful world
A diversion in your life
Happy till you come down
The world is so very frightening
Begging and borrowing
Chasing that high
Tweaking and twitching
Suburban Junkie

Living under the queens rule
Ain't no prime slot for this queen
Working on slow days
But not Friday or Saturday
Ain't no winners living here
Cargo shorts and chain wallets
What kinda painter sells subs
Honey oil and bars

Living in a blissful world
A diversion in your life
Happy till you come down
The world is so very frightening
Begging and borrowing
Chasing that high
Tweaking and twitching
Suburban Junkie

Living in a blissful world
A diversion in your life
Happy till you come down
The world is so very frightening
Begging and borrowing
Chasing that high
Tweaking and twitching
Suburban Junkie

Suburban Junkie
Suburban Junkie
Suburban Junkie
Suburban Junkie
Suburban Junkie
Suburban Junkie
Suburban Junkie
Suburban Junkie



Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Kwiatkowski
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