Kottonmouth Kings Lyrics
Kottonmouth Kings Lyrics
"Suburban Life Lyrics"
Miserere Lyrics
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Suburban Life aint what it seems
Suburban life the American dream
Suburban life so pretty and clean
Suburban life aint what it seems
The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B
The system got you but it won't get me
The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B
The system got you but it won't get me
Now my pops bought the system, American dreamer
Bought a new home and a brand new Beamer
But it didn't long for things things to fall apart
Because the system that he bought aint got no heart
From the bills for days he got blood shot eyes
The American dream was a pack of lies
6 months later Municipal court
Divorce time baby, child support
I went from home cooked meals to TV dinners
No more little Steven, now it's Saint Dog the Sinner
There's no cash back cause there was no receipt
Man subur
I'm Gonna Be The First One Lyrics
I don't much care If I am the last in line to see Whatever that it is That they're lining up to see You see, it doesn't concern me I don't much care If I am the very last to know Whatever that it is That they know about, oh, no Oh, no I really don't care to know 'Cause when it comes to Santa Claus And presents 'round the tree No one I know could ever get jump on me
ban life aint done a dime for meI don't much care If I am the last in line to see Whatever that it is That they're lining up to see You see, it doesn't concern me I don't much care If I am the very last to know Whatever that it is That they know about, oh, no Oh, no I really don't care to know 'Cause when it comes to Santa Claus And presents 'round the tree No one I know could ever get jump on me
Suburban Life aint what it seems
Suburban life the American dream
Suburban life so pretty and clean
Suburban life aint what it seems
The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B
The system got you but it won't get me
The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B
The system got you but it won't get me
Gave in a little deeper to the third degree
More drugs, white thugs, and wannabe's
Soldiers of the burbs all feel deceived
America! What? Land of the green
Now you got problems I got mine too
There's not enough bud for the Kottonmouth Krew (so to speak)
Cause when we smoke we smoke to get away
To elevate from this world of hate, never perpetrate
I don't want no degree selling herbs on the burbs,
On eriee street
No real jobs for the PTB, So what's it gonna be?
When you had a brief encounter with your fortune and your fame Well, I stood beside and watched the fans that followed I saw you from a distance And I heard them call your name But you winked at me as if to say, I'm sorry Yeah, you winked at me as if to say, I'm sorry In my wildest dreams, in my wildest dreams The more I get to know you, the less that I admire I fade as the unh
Suburban Life aint what it seems
Suburban life the American dream
Suburban life so pretty and clean
Suburban life aint what it seems
The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B
The system got you but it won't get me
The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B
The system got you but it won't get me
Now broken homes inside every house
Neighbors yellin', can't work it out
I said beaten wives, tweaked out nights
ooh what a feeling ooh what a life
Now you cant turn back the hands of time
So let me tell you about da flyest friend of mine
He's Bobby B, king of the crops
Deep dark purse, phat drop tops
Philly blunt placed behind his ear,
Two turn tables and a Heineken beer
And this is just and everyday thing
Kottonmouth Kings telephone rings
Its X and you know he's roll
Broken Days Lyrics
[Music: Jarmo Kylm?nen, Lyrics: O-P T?rr?, Juha Kylm?nen] Another broken day passed by Another dead night is waiting to come alive You are already trying to find One more way to hide from the burning light You don't want to see You don't want to feel Nothing but your hopeless destiny You can always cry but never complain All those bitter tears, will it ease the pain? (It's) Part of
ing with Saint Dog[Music: Jarmo Kylm?nen, Lyrics: O-P T?rr?, Juha Kylm?nen] Another broken day passed by Another dead night is waiting to come alive You are already trying to find One more way to hide from the burning light You don't want to see You don't want to feel Nothing but your hopeless destiny You can always cry but never complain All those bitter tears, will it ease the pain? (It's) Part of
Leapin' like some frogs
hello
trunk full of hogs
Trunk full of stakes, dirt bikes and rakes
What ever we was gettin we was gonna take
Just like the pirates of the Caribbean
Neighborhood watch don't like what they're seein'
fuck em cuz the got it like that
Kottonmouth rollin' deep, snatching surfboard wax
Suburban Life aint what it seems
Suburban life the American dream
Suburban life so pretty and clean
Suburban life aint what it seems
The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B
The system got you but it won't get me
The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B
The system got you but it won't get me
Suburban Life aint what it seems
Suburban life the American dream
Suburban life so pretty and clean
Suburban life aint what it seems
crip the system