Текст песни The Burbs - Dear-GOD

I'm a grime boy, not pretty
Steady pulling up to my boys in the city
I don't even think these lame boys fucking ready
Maple Leaf, repping in white on my belly
Bleeder fucking pissing on the world, R. Kelly
Hereditary problems on my pops, don't tempt me
You don't wanna see me pop off like Confetti
You a fuck boy, only fuckin' telly thing, I can have any ting

I'm back from the burbs
Where the backwoods burn and the clocks don't turn
I'm back from the burbs
And I ain't going back home until I spazz out first

I'm back from the burbs
Where the backwoods burn and the clocks don't turn, y-y-yeah
I'm back from the burbs
And I ain't going back home until I spazz out first

Tequila in my liver
Sick and fucking tired of these shivers
Sick and tired of the liquor
Sick and tired all the time
I got a pain in my chest and an anxious mind
Always tryna change
Said I quit yesterday, but I was back at it today
I party hard and cut back
To the burbs, hit GO bus and burn through a sack

I'm back from the burbs
Where the backwoods burn and the clocks don't turn
I'm back from the burbs
And I ain't going back home until I spazz out first

I'm back from the burbs
Where the backwoods burn and the clocks don't turn, y-y-yeah
I'm back from the burbs
And I ain't going back home until I spazz out first

B-b-back from the burbs
Where the backwoods burn and the clocks don't turn, y-y-yeah
I'm back from the burbs
And I ain't going back home until I spazz out first

Where the backwoods burn and the clocks don't turn
And I ain't going back home until I spazz out first

I'm back from the burbs
Where the backwoods burn and the clocks don't turn
I'm back from the burbs
And I ain't going back home until I spazz out first