Suburbia Video (MV)

My liver working overtime
Give assistance to my system tryna cope with my
Piss up miss the liquor in my innards when I roll the dice
Wish that I could shift the heavy lifting from my shoulders aight
Steady student, seeing stars like the paparazzi
Bread in movement, leave it burnt like I popped a glockie
Dead for music, kamikaze on a Kawasaki
Choosing one of two, what I'm due like an Ashkenazi
Uncertain that the burden is conducive to our futures
I'm untrue but so are you who knew when Judas meet a Judas
You get two f*cking losers, boohoo show em
What the ruger do and two two twos
That's a four four, hold up like Hodor, make em go low
Shoot like photos, coupe do juke out route your four door
For the dough tho, heat it in the sauce adobo, hold up
They try to twist the picture like adobe homie, pouring 40s
Slowly fade away like Kobe lowkey, leaving boo-boos on their side they yogi
Enslaved by toking og, the spirits holy
Every age below a better age
But I better age well darg, I save pain for better days
Shame when there's no green like an empty vase, extricate
Myself from all these extra ways to wreck my name
Flexing paper, stressing neighbours out with raucous antics
Heck raisers, check behaviours better call our nannies
Yellow tapers beckon but we reckon we'll resort to xannies
Valis and addiction. Instead of killing, blood spilling
Herding up attorneys, we can murder without facing juries
Their jurisdiction curbed by tax brackets, fake sorries
Fake worries, fake stories, fake people, real currency
Money the only thing that's real currently
Money the only thing that means something
Money the only thing that's real currently
Money the only thing that's real currently