Suburbia
Suburbia
Suburbia
Suburbia
Never heard of ya
Never head of ya no no
Suburbia
Suburbia
Suburbia
No no no
Land of the lost
For a head I know the cost to die look
Feds kickin' in these doors but mad at what they find
Suburbia is off the map but I just grabbed the atlas
In one night I make three hits I'm callin' it a hat trick look
Land of the tragedy
Constant insanity
People they count on me for all their problems
Reading off lyrics just hoping they solve them
Lost in the sauce I've been lost in my patterns
Why does it matter
None of this matters
Ins and the outs in the cracks of the shell
Where is the good when you living in hell look
Suburbia
Suburbia
Suburbia
Never heard of ya
Never head of ya no no
Suburbia
Suburbia
Suburbia
No no no
Outskirts outskirts wondering how much this town worth
Wondering who gonna lay next in the dirt
Wondering who's gonna escape the burbs
Outskirts outskirts wondering who gonna get caught next
Land of the tan for the content
The sandman considered a Godsend
The land of the dealers
The land of the squealers
The land of concealment with the hopes of competing
Land of the dead and where land cost a head
When it's your homie you feelin' defeated
Dead homies for presidents
These songs set the precedent
I'm talking off of a sedative
Suburbia the hell I'm in
Suburbia
Suburbia
Suburbia
Never heard of ya
Never head of ya no no
Suburbia
Suburbia
Suburbia
No no no
Suburbia
Suburbia
Never heard of ya
Never head of ya no no
Suburbia
Suburbia
Suburbia
No no no
Land of the lost
For a head I know the cost to die look
Feds kickin' in these doors but mad at what they find
Suburbia is off the map but I just grabbed the atlas
In one night I make three hits I'm callin' it a hat trick look
Land of the tragedy
Constant insanity
People they count on me for all their problems
Reading off lyrics just hoping they solve them
Lost in the sauce I've been lost in my patterns
Why does it matter
None of this matters
Ins and the outs in the cracks of the shell
Where is the good when you living in hell look
Suburbia
Suburbia
Suburbia
Never heard of ya
Never head of ya no no
Suburbia
Suburbia
Suburbia
No no no
Outskirts outskirts wondering how much this town worth
Wondering who gonna lay next in the dirt
Wondering who's gonna escape the burbs
Outskirts outskirts wondering who gonna get caught next
Land of the tan for the content
The sandman considered a Godsend
The land of the dealers
The land of the squealers
The land of concealment with the hopes of competing
Land of the dead and where land cost a head
When it's your homie you feelin' defeated
Dead homies for presidents
These songs set the precedent
I'm talking off of a sedative
Suburbia the hell I'm in
Suburbia
Suburbia
Suburbia
Never heard of ya
Never head of ya no no
Suburbia
Suburbia
Suburbia
No no no
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Writer(s): Jonathan Kuzmack
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