Giorgi Baino - Born in the Burbs lyrics

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Giorgi Baino - Born in the Burbs lyrics

(Cam Groves) I was born in the burbs, still absurd Verse typed like a nerd, Microsoft Word Got that fresh sh**, kind of like a soft turd I'm piss drunk, flipping of an officer As soon as the blue's flipping, I'm tripping like cough syrup So I keep my back straight like good posture Even though I'm high, eyes redder than lobsters Girls going down under like they're drinking Fosters Ask me why I did it, I tell you "I'm not sure" I'm just an impostor with highly distraught nerves Higher than a motherf**ing flying saucer And I roll deep cheap, you can peep my roster The only time I ever used a gun I shot birds And I guess growing up in the hood is a lot worse Not stopping me from dropping a hot verse Cam can't dance still, you got served (Chorus) I try to keep it all in perspective And right now collecting respect is my objective When life gets hectic, just take a walk around And remember that there's no one there to knock you down You can find me backroading, whipping like I'm Catwoman With the crispest system, got the speakers in the back booming I never act stupid even though I dumb it out No matter what you do, someone's going to run their mouth (Spose) Man, I come from the land of the ice and snow We got frigid long Decembers with salted roads We might relax on a blunt, and take it nice and slow Because any minute now life could go up in smoke Those who heard him spit say "Aww Christ, he's dope" Yet he's only got trees when the price is low So disa**emble your brakes, twice that broke Man, I'm neutrons short of an isotope I'm the type of motherf**er who might spike his own coke In yesterday's tee-shirt yelling tomorrow blows Because they'll still be like, "Who the f** is Spose?" Except white trash rolling with recycled hope You know I'm not just another fake griping oaf Just hoping he can avoid going from tight to a joke With single digit temperatures and frost-bit toes I'm could ripple Poland Spring, I've got the nicest flow (chorus) (Cam Groves) I got the rhymes that'll makes the fans listen All Cam's missing in Spose's ambition I wrote stand still because I couldn't stand sitting Devised the plan mission, made the transition Can't take the heat? Get out of the damn kitchen Because you haters grind my gears like a jammed transmission Damn, Cam's wishing for a cut like a Band-Aid Because I got a fan base the size of an ant's face Smoking on that landscape, looking for a good word Just another white rapper crawling out the wood work You think I would learn the trouble that I'm facing But I could give two f**s, like double penetration Look my pen is racing, listening to music Watching TV while it's muted. Who's this? Cam Groves, I'm the new kid, keep it true From my blue fitted to where my shoes is