Suburban Youth

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Stevie Dubya

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Damn yo
This sounds nostalgic
I f*ck with this
Alright, I got something to say
So listen up
Check it
Yo this beat is speaking to me
It makes me think of times before the creaks in my knees
With my friend rob that's more Puerto Rican than me
We used to chill then I'd come home reeking of weed
Simple times, before shootings and frequent disease
Back when the JD would bring out the delinquent in me
Breaking into summer homes and drinking for free
Ten bucks to my name made it necessary
In the summertime you could find me at the beach
Every day I'd take a dip and ride my cruiser through the streets
At night we'd ride our bikes to the town next door
And try to find some girls we never seen before
I remember when I first got some dome
Feeling like a little pimp on the bike ride home
And when I got grounded for coming home late
I just laid there in my bed with a smile on my face
Suburban youth, skateboards and PS2
Enough loot for a bong rip and Chinese food
My moms like, "Who you think you're lying to?"
When I'm high at the table in the dining room
Suburban youth, Volcom shirts and DC shoes
Chillen at the boardwalk eating greasy foods
Stealing beers from the cooler at the barbeque
And waking up every day with nothing to do
When winter came around, it was so cold out
I needed 2 coats just to walk to Joe's house
When it snowed and I saw a car driving down my road
I would throw snowballs and watch them all explode
And when the cops drove by, we would all get down and hide
And if they stopped the car, we would all just run inside
Cooped up in the attic playing Xbox
Smoking more weed than a dude with dreadlocks
Marijuana seemed like the devil to my momma
Older bro kicked out living in his Honda
When she found my stash it was some messy drama
Then she started looking at me like I'm Jeffrey Dahmer
Around the same time my homeboys found a
Group of chicks from Wall Township that go down on
Anybody with a bottle of Smirnoff
Man, if you had a pulse you'd be getting sucked off
Suburban youth, skateboards and PS2
Enough loot for a bong rip and Chinese food
My moms like, "Who you think you're lying to?"
When I'm high at the table in the dining room
Suburban youth, Volcom shirts and DC shoes
Chillen at the boardwalk eating greasy foods
Stealing beers from the cooler at the barbeque
And waking up every day with nothing to do
Highschool was easy, a simple formula
Find an open house and invite some whores over
We all had a friend, whose parents were divorced
So from 3:00 to 5:30 you could smoke up on their porch
Because Kyle's moms busy working at her day job
While I'm all up in her kitchen eating like a fat slob
When she goes to get a Capri Sun
She'll be confused because there won't be none
This one time we smoked an entire 8th of weed
Then his mom came home unexpectedly
So we stashed the bong and pretended to be chillen
Kyle, me, Dylan, guilty like three villains
She took one look at us and started getting suspicious
Then she saw the grinder on the table in the distance
Kyle my sweet baby boy, oh no!
You're grounded all summer tell your friends to go home
Suburban youth, skateboards and PS2
Enough loot for a bong rip and Chinese food
My moms like, "Who you think you're lying to?"
When I'm high at the table in the dining room
Suburban youth, Volcom shirts and DC shoes
Chillen at the boardwalk eating greasy foods
Stealing beers from the cooler at the barbeque
And waking up every day with nothing to do
Shit, Kyle works on Wall Street or something
Rob is out growing weed in Cali
and I'm just chillen
I'll probably see them on Thanksgiving or something
Oh well, Stevie Dubya
Holla

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