Suburban Junky

Ain't no rhyme or reason All that matters is that high Got no job, got no life No hope for today or tomorrow You wear those shades To hide those bloodshot eyes Don't mess with the man in shades Or he'll fall down and crack his head Living in a blissful world A diversion in your life Happy till you come down The world is so very frightening Begging and borrowing Chasing that high Tweaking and twitching Suburban Junkie Living under the queens rule Ain't no prime slot for this queen Working on slow days But not Friday or Saturday Ain't no winners living here Cargo shorts and chain wallets What kinda painter sells subs Honey oil and bars Living in a blissful world A diversion in your life Happy till you come down The world is so very frightening Begging and borrowing Chasing that high Tweaking and twitching Suburban Junkie Living in a blissful world A diversion in your life Happy till you come down The world is so very frightening Begging and borrowing Chasing that high Tweaking and twitching Suburban Junkie Suburban Junkie Suburban Junkie Suburban Junkie Suburban Junkie Suburban Junkie Suburban Junkie Suburban Junkie Suburban Junkie