SUBURBS

I don't wanna die here in the suburbs
I don't wanna go outside, acting like the sun hurts yeah
I just want to lay here in my sweatshirt yeah
All the chaos makes my damn head hurt x2

Got a pain killer in my right hand, but it ain't a pill
I keep it locked in my nightstand when shit gets real
Sometimes I don't wanna talk baby you know the deal
I don't ever wanna talk when shit gets real

Oh god, I'm breaking the law, I'm breaking the law
Oh god, I got some withdrawals I got some withdrawals
I don't wanna die young
Not sure who I wanna be
But I know I want a beamer, pink suv

I don't wanna die herе in the suburbs
I don't wanna go outside, acting like thе sun hurts yeah
I just want to lay here in my sweatshirt yeah
All the chaos makes my damn head hurt x2

This shit's art just like graffiti, listen closely paint is speaking
It's not audible communication, but what you are seeing is
The voices of the people under people overseeing
And I promise that I'll shield you from the bad while I am breathing

Just remember that I'll always be with you
When the world is dark and you are feeling blue
Just remember that I'm right here, oh oh
When the world is falling down around you

I don't wanna die here in the suburbs
I don't wanna go outside, acting like the sun hurts yeah
I just want to lay here in my sweatshirt yeah
All the chaos makes my damn head hurt x3