Donte - Suburban Lie lyrics

Motherf**er I done grew up in the suburbs Spent most of my summers In the city sh**ty living Got me feeling colored Till I talk Think my foreign tongue Might just blow my cover Waking up and seeing trees Greener than my thumb Probably couldn't roll a blunt b**h Probably plant one Neighbors waving in the AM Conversation has begun How ya doing Oh amazing Hey I heard about your son Welcome to suburban living Everybody know your business Everybody talkin' sh** If all your basement isn't finished Daughter son husband wife dog Every house alike, dawg It's the American Dream Closest corner store is on the corner of the other side Need my city Pity that it be a twenty minute drive Just to get it, 'nother twenty minutes Now you back inside Come to find You forgot the milk That's another hike [Chorus] I see whips and these big fields in these picket fences Whips with the big wheels, trippin' with these Benzes Trippin' if no Benzes is parked in yo' entrance And if you black then you know you sparkin' they interest Like what you do for living? How your family prosper? Who you think you kidding? Boy you ain't no doctor! I should call the cops up I should have you locked up Got me f**ed up sh** I mean really that's just silly Thinking skin is my Achilles heel They feel me Till they turn they back And now they back against me Mr Rog! I'm just tryna dodge everything you cater Call me neighbor You too will end up plottin' on me later Mama told me see the bad before you see the good in it Boy it ain't no neighborhood if you don't got no hood in it School was out I had to route down To my grandma house on Stenton Cross from Martin Luther High Cross from Crown Chicken Dad been dead for several winters Coming down here made me miss him Saturday's we came to grab a plate from Grandma kitchen Now I'm older sitting at her table Lonely feeling distant thinking I don't even like roast beef Told the chef I had to go She's on the phone, that's perfect timing Out the door I left I took a left And found myself at Simon's Park It's after dark Graffiti marks This no place to confide in n***as wondering why the f** I sound like Jerry Seinfield [Modified Chorus] Might just blow my cover Cover Cover Cover undercover Tryna cover my identity to identify I don't fit in the parenthesis so why parenthesize Funny how my town had emphasized that I was a minority Then I come to Philly feeling more like a minority Despite that the majority Looked a lot like me Made me feel like Outkast All I needed was a beat All I needed was a Speakerboxx, a little R&B I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson 7th Ave, I called the cab, the taxi man my urban chauffeur Bring me home is what I told him Now he turning off his motor Turned his shoulder He was older Turned around and came in closer Told me "How you getting home if you dont even know where home is?"! Cause you grew up in the suburbs Spent most of your summers In the city sh**ty living Got you turning colors When you talk Think your native tongue Might just have you covered Covered covered