Suburban Life - Kottonmouth Kings

Suburban life ain’t what it seems

Suburban life the american dream

Suburban life so pretty and clean

Suburban life ain’t what it seems

The big a, little a and a bouncin' b

The system got you but it won’t get me

The big a, little a and a bouncin' b

The system got you but it won’t get me

Now my pops bought the system, american dreamer

Bought a new home and a brand new beamer

But it didn’t long for things things to fall apart

Because the system that he bought ain’t got no heart

From the bills for days he got blood shot eyes

The american dream was a pack of lies

6 months later municipal court

Divorce time baby, child support

I went from home cooked meals to tv dinners

No more little steven, now it’s saint dogg the sinner

There’s no cash back cause there was no receipt

Man suburban life ain’t done a dime for me

Suburban life ain’t what it seems

Suburban life the american dream

Suburban life so pretty and clean

Suburban life ain’t what it seems

The big a, little a and a bouncin' b

The system got you but it won’t get me

The big a, little a and a bouncin' b

The system got you but it won’t get me

Gave in a little deeper to the third degree

More drugs, white thugs, and wannabe’s

Soldiers of the burbs all feel deceived

America!

what?

land of the green

Now you got problems I got mine too

There’s not enough bud for the kottonmouth krew

Cause when we smoke we smoke to get away

To elevate from this world of hate, never perpetrate

I don’t want no degree selling herbs on the burbs

On every street

No real jobs for the ptb, so what’s it gonna be?

White minority!

Suburban life ain’t what it seems

Suburban life the american dream

Suburban life so pretty and clean

Suburban life ain’t what it seems

The big a, little a and a bouncin' b

The system got you but it won’t get me

The big a, little a and a bouncin' b

The system got you but it won’t get me

Now broken homes inside every house

Neighbors yellin', can’t work it out

I said beaten wives, tweaked out nights

Ooh what a feeling ooh what a life

Now you can’t turn back the hands of time

So let me tell you about da flyest friend of mine

He’s bobby b, king of the crops

Deep dark purse, phat drop tops

Philly blunt placed behind his ear

Two turn tables and a heineken beer

And this is just and everyday thing

Kottonmouth kings telephone rings

Its x and you know he’s rollin' with saint dog

Leapin' like some frogs trunk full of hogs

Trunk full of stakes, dirt bikes and rakes

What ever we could get we was gonna take

Just like the pirates of the caribbean

Neighborhood watch don’t like what they’re seein'

Ha ha ha we got it like that

Kottonmouth rollin' deep, snatching surfboard racks

Suburban life ain’t what it seems

Suburban life the american dream

Suburban life so pretty and clean

Suburban life ain’t what it seems

The big a, little a and a bouncin' b

The system got you but it won’t get me

The big a, little a and a bouncin' b

The system got you but it won’t get me

Suburban life ain’t what it seems

Suburban life the american dream

Suburban life so pretty and clean

Suburban life ain’t what it seems

F**k the system