Suburban Static

[Intro] Trust fund kid in the attic, finding salvation In dusty vinyl and self-medication [Verse 1] Newton streets lined with perfect lies Mommy's Tesla, daddy's corporate ties Found Black Flag hidden in designer clothes Living proof that money can't buy those Raw emotions that I'm chasing now Xanax dreams got me fading out F*ck these walls that kept me safe Every privilege feels like chains [Chorus] Fake punk in designer threads Anxiety in my parents' beds Can't tell if I'm lost or found Cloud rap tears my world down Living life behind this mask Questions that I shouldn't ask Am I real or just pretend? Will this emptiness ever end? [Verse 2] Livestream glitching, can't breathe right Chat's exploding, exposing my life Panic rising, they see through me Trust fund baby tryna break free Mansion walls are closing in Every rebellion feels like sin Mom's at Google, dad's at Meta I'm just trying to feel better [Bridge] Delete my history, erase my name But privilege sticks like fucking shame Attic wisdom in punk rock dreams Nothing's ever what it seems [Chorus] Fake punk in designer threads Anxiety in my parents' beds Can't tell if I'm lost or found Cloud rap tears my world down Living life behind this mask Questions that I shouldn't ask Am I real or just pretend? Will this emptiness ever end? [Outro] Newton nights, I'm still that kid Trying to mean the things I did Vinyl spinning tales of truth While I hide behind my youth