Suburban Base

Lyrics

[Verse 1: P.O.S] Maybe I grew up like a piece o' shit Maybe I'm pathetic, babies I ain't got no etiquette They just spread it like they better Who the fuck is this? And then I'm on 'em like no other I can take they gifts Or leave 'em I embody What they look for when they buyin' shit I exude this quality they simply can not get For dollars They authenticity does not exist For nothin' Gimme somethin' What the fuck you want [Chorus: P.O.S] I'm beat up My feet up My seat back Windows cracked I'm relaxed Got the wind At my back What the fuck could y'all want Yeah, Yeah I'm beat up My feet up My seat back Windows cracked I'm relaxed Got the wind At my back What the fuck could y'all want (Fuck is up, yeah) [Verse 2: Sims] My vision blown in the wind of if it will, or if it won't Then again no one is comin' to get ya Better listen for the engine when it's lit up And the piston, vren'a, vren'a Piss and vinegar, venom and cynical vigor don't get you up in it Stop bitchin' just get in and whip it I go with it, so vivid So vicious, isn't it My heart's light, my soul's different I beat back my depression with both fists And I run digits, numbers up and down Fuckin' up accounts, if that what amounts But I'm but I'm okay, okay Heart pump like an 808 I cannot fade — Look at the state of play and tell me you ain't afraid Mouth keep the razor blade Tongue keep the edge at bay Might meet the end today That's why I made this, that's why I play this way [Chorus: P.O.S] I'm beat up My feet up My seat back Windows cracked I'm relaxed Got the wind At my back What the fuck could y'all want (Fuck is up, yeah) [Verse 3: Sims] What they do there isn't fair I'm aware it's a bear Snap a snare and then I annex my square Fly as I dare You ain't gotta tell me how it compare, I don't care Kid Icarus up like a flare, watch the glare I don't put on, I just do me Live from the beast Fall on my face Smile through my teeth Find me a I don't put on I just do me Live from the beast Find me a piece Or at least Attack sustain decay release [Chorus - P.O.S] I'm beat up My feet up My seat back Windows cracked I'm relaxed Got the wind At my back What the fuck could y'all want (the fuck would y'all want) I'm beat up My feet up My seat back Windows cracked I'm relaxed Got the wind At my back What the fuck could y'all want (Fuck is up, yeah)