Suburban Bitches

[Verse 1]
Organic food, organic shoes
Organic cocaine with a side of booze
Give 5 to charity, then buy a Louis V
You deserve the treat too
Got no plans, and no slant, yet on the Gram
You pretend, to defend some moral stance
Got implants and name brands and fake friends
Then do yoga like it’s some kind of trend
And you think you got all the manners
That’s why you should get all the glamour
Then you correct my fucking grammar, oh no
And you got it all
Yet you want more

[Chorus]
Suburb ambitions
Have you got no life?
Suburban bitches
How can we see eye to eye?

[Post-Chorus]
You’rе 9 to 5, stay at home wife
You take out thе recycling and drive by in your Prius, then you
Shove it in my face
You shove it my face
Like you got something to say
Do you got something to say?
Bitch please
Say something to me
Bitch please, try me

[Verse 2]
Scared of the grind, all those slangs and rappers
All you do is whine, and cheese and crackers
Scared to post a photo or your man at the go-go
We scared about the popo even the ones that’s coco
On high horses ‘bout how you never had divorces
Got a war against abortion
Then take a picture with some orphans
Pay all your taxes, then complain
Bout' taxis, tax brackets and refugees
Who consume a fraction and peeps is starving in the streets
Shield your kids eyes from some melons
Instead give them some toy weapons
Grand Theft Auto’s got great lessons, you know
Ain’t that bizarre?
It’s make love not war

[Chorus]
Suburb ambitions
You can have a life
Suburban bitches
Can we see eye to eye?

[Post-Chorus 2]
I work everyday
And don’t get no praise
Then your husband betrays ya and finally gives me a raise by
Trying to shove it in my face
He shoved it in my face
Then you got something to say
Like I’m the one to blame
Bitch please
He should fucking pay
Not me, ladies
We’ve internalized misogyny
Hashtag me too