Lyrics

This song has been in the background of my mind for a while.

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Let me tell y’all what it’s like
Being bald, upper class, and white
It’s great, and if you don’t believe
Listen up, I’m on 980
Come on, (come on man, what are we even doin’ out here man?!)

Prius drivers runnin’ in my lane
Chicken parm is coarsin’ through my veins
Keep your bike out there in the rain
Lack of robes makes me go insane

I live in the suburbs
Payin’ phone bills for my kids
I live in the suburbs
Yeah I know I’m talented
I live in the suburbs
I get my checks and grab my axe
When some intruder breaks on through
And trips on all of my knickknacks

I get scared goin’ on my flights
But love standing in a Subway line
Intern’s out for check engine lights
Goin’ to bed at eight tonight

Toaster oven cooks my steak
All I do is belly ache

I live in the suburbs
Paid for school for all my kids
I live in the suburbs
Raju called me untalented
I live in the suburbs
I buy slacks at Nordstrom’s, Jack
‘Some Brit producer with computers
Screws up all my vocal tracks.