Good Suburbia

​[Intro]
I need a cool crib, so I'm (so I'm, so I'm, so I'm)
I need a fly whip, so I'm (so I'm, so I'm, so I'm)
I just need a gold chain, so (so, so, so)
I just need one private Jet, so God could come and get me (ah) but

[Refrain]
Get me out, oh no
Get me out, please don't
Let her know, ohhhhh
Where I go, yeah
Get me out, oh no
Get me out, please don't
Let her know, ohhhhh
Where I go, yeah

[Verse 1]
Never could jump higher than that
Never could run faster than that
But quick motherfucker tryna really run it back, when the time seem slow and you never saw the track (Never saw it)
When you playing on the roads, when the winters stay cold, when you looking at the streets and the ice on the shows (M-T-V)
Tryna be there, trapped in good world care, saying yes to taken souls cuz the niggas don't know (Don't Know)
Some just don't grow how you plant em (Nah)
Some just don't spend what you grant em (They don't!)
Scholar hop on stage, really couldn't jump higher
Scholar to the roads, really couldn't run faster
Ain't kids in hood, now niggas with they sets up (Uh)
Lookin' at child-hood like, nigga that's set-up
But lookin' at they guts, I guess nigga get your bread up
They lookin at the necks, but nigga keep your head up
(Keep your head up!)

[Pre-Hook]
We wanna ball like MJ, but this like a thriller
Plots twist, cut your losses, shits get bigger
So keep on dreaming till the shit get realer
Cuz all I learned from that Good Suburbia

[Hook]
I need a cool crib, so I'm chillin' while they call me baby
I need a fly whip, so I'm sailin' why they slave me oh
I just need a gold chain, so girls could come and dig me
I just need one private Jet, so God could come and get me ah but

[Refrain]
Get me out, oh no
Get me out, please don't
Let her know, ohhhhh
Where I go, yeah

[Verse 2]
Never could see higher than that
Never could think faster than that
But smart motherfucker tryna really add it up, when innocence don't show, and iron hearts don't rust
When me(n)tal piece like the basement, when your wheels on pavement, when your looking at the bottoms and the rims on the stations (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Tryna get twenty's, and you tryna get dubs, sellin' shit cuz you can and not just to make it
Some just don't light what you pass em
Some just get blind with some glasses (With some glasses)
Could have been athletic but now I'm running minds (Run it)
Could have been a sprinter but now I'm goin' the mile (Goin')
Ain't gotta do that, but now niggas fucking games up (Fuck it up)
God been playing, just try to get control up (Lock it up)
But I guess you push somethin', then nigga get ya weight up (Uhh)
They lookin' at you move, just don't get served up (Locked up!)

[Pre-Hook]
Cuz we wanna ball like MJ, but shits a thriller
Plots twist, fuck the losses, shits get bigger
So keep on dreaming till the shit get realer
Cuz what I learned from that Good Suburbia

[Hook]
I need a cool crib, so I'm chillin' while they call me baby
I need a fly whip, so I'm sailin' why they slave me oh
I just need a gold chain, so girls could come and dig me
I just need one private Jet, so God could come and get me ah but

[Refrain]
Get me out, oh no
Get me out, please don't
Let her know, ohhhhh
Where I go, yeah

[Bridge]
Suburbia!
Suburbia!
Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get it
Every second, every minute, she can get it, she can get it
Every second, every minute
Every second, every minute
Every second
Every second - she can get it

[Bridge 2]
Said "fuck valley", day 1 out the bitch
Day 2 motherfucker, make you reminisce
Still fuck the birds, I ain't lie up in
So months after I blow, I'm comin back up in em

[Outro]
Every second, every minute
Every second, every minute
Every second
Every second - she can get it