The Burbs - DEAR-GOD

I’m a ground boy not pretty

Steady blowing up to my boys in the city

I don’t even think these lame boys fucking ready

Make believe, prepping in white on my belly

Bleeding fucking pissing on the world, R. Kelly

Hereditary problems on my pops.

Someone sent me

You don’t wanna see me pop off like confetti

You a fuck boy, only fuck until 18s.

I can have any teen

I’m back from the burbs

Where the backwoods burn and the clocks don’t turn

I’m back from the burbs

And I ain’t going back home until there’s bears out first

I’m back from the burbs

Where the backwoods burn and the clocks don’t turn.

y-y-yeah

I’m back from the burbs

And I ain’t going back home until there’s bears out first

Tequila in my liver

Sick and fucking tired of these shivers

Sick and tired of the, liquor

Sick and tired all the time

I got a pain in my chest and an anxious mind

Always try’na change

Said I quit yesterday but I was back at it today

I party hard and cut back

To the burbs and

I’m back from the burbs

Where the backwoods burn and the clocks don’t turn

I’m back from the burbs

And I ain’t going back home until there’s bears out first

I’m back from the burbs

Where the backwoods burn and the clocks don’t turn.

y-y-yeah

I’m back from the burbs

And I ain’t going back home until there’s bears out first

B-b-back from the burbs

Where the backwoods burn and the clocks don’t turn.

y-y-yeah

I’m back from the burbs

And I ain’t going back home until there’s bears out first

Where the backwoods burn and the clocks don’t turn

And I ain’t going back home until there’s bears out first

(I'm back from the burbs

Where the backwoods burn and the clocks don’t turn

I’m back from the burbs

And I ain’t going back home until there’s bears out first)