Burbs
Say man, let me holla at you for a second
Uh, where you from
Straight out of the suburbs, there's a coffee shop on every corner
If you don't know how to order a frappe, you are goner son
Make mine a chai tea, sprinkle on some cinnamon
I know it sounds feminine, go ahead make it skinny then
I'm harder than the first day of kindergarten
Back up, if my paper ain't on the front porch, I'll act up
If your dog poops in my yard, son, that's a no-way
Don't make me go get Karen and them from the HOA
Around here we eat kale salad and edamame
Oh, you in an MLM, don't even run it by me
Oh, you want to try me
That's a rookie mistake
Because I baked a dozen cookies, now you don't get a taste
And it's just a disgrace
No, I don't have the words
I forgot to put the bulk trash out on the curb
We hard around here, homie, forget what you heard
You straight out of whatever, I'm straight out of the burbs
Where you from
I'm from the burbs
When you walking your dogs, pick up the turds
Where you from
I'm from the burbs
And we really only only on with our words
I'm from the burbs
I'm from the burbs
Where you from
I'm from the burbs
Where you from
I'm from the burbs
When you walking your dogs, pick up the turds
Where you from
I'm from the burbs
And we really only only on with our words
I'm from the burbs
I'm from the burbs
Where you from
I'm from the burbs
Uh, where you from
Straight out of the suburbs, there's a coffee shop on every corner
If you don't know how to order a frappe, you are goner son
Make mine a chai tea, sprinkle on some cinnamon
I know it sounds feminine, go ahead make it skinny then
I'm harder than the first day of kindergarten
Back up, if my paper ain't on the front porch, I'll act up
If your dog poops in my yard, son, that's a no-way
Don't make me go get Karen and them from the HOA
Around here we eat kale salad and edamame
Oh, you in an MLM, don't even run it by me
Oh, you want to try me
That's a rookie mistake
Because I baked a dozen cookies, now you don't get a taste
And it's just a disgrace
No, I don't have the words
I forgot to put the bulk trash out on the curb
We hard around here, homie, forget what you heard
You straight out of whatever, I'm straight out of the burbs
Where you from
I'm from the burbs
When you walking your dogs, pick up the turds
Where you from
I'm from the burbs
And we really only only on with our words
I'm from the burbs
I'm from the burbs
Where you from
I'm from the burbs
Where you from
I'm from the burbs
When you walking your dogs, pick up the turds
Where you from
I'm from the burbs
And we really only only on with our words
I'm from the burbs
I'm from the burbs
Where you from
I'm from the burbs
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Writer(s): Kammerin Hunt
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