Burbs

Say man, let me holla at you for a second Uh, where you from Straight out of the suburbs, there's a coffee shop on every corner If you don't know how to order a frappe, you are goner son Make mine a chai tea, sprinkle on some cinnamon I know it sounds feminine, go ahead make it skinny then I'm harder than the first day of kindergarten Back up, if my paper ain't on the front porch, I'll act up If your dog poops in my yard, son, that's a no-way Don't make me go get Karen and them from the HOA Around here we eat kale salad and edamame Oh, you in an MLM, don't even run it by me Oh, you want to try me That's a rookie mistake Because I baked a dozen cookies, now you don't get a taste And it's just a disgrace No, I don't have the words I forgot to put the bulk trash out on the curb We hard around here, homie, forget what you heard You straight out of whatever, I'm straight out of the burbs Where you from I'm from the burbs When you walking your dogs, pick up the turds Where you from I'm from the burbs And we really only only on with our words I'm from the burbs I'm from the burbs Where you from I'm from the burbs Where you from I'm from the burbs When you walking your dogs, pick up the turds Where you from I'm from the burbs And we really only only on with our words I'm from the burbs I'm from the burbs Where you from I'm from the burbs