Best In The Burbs
Yeah Baby welcome to Connecticut (yeah) That early colonial settlement (yeah) There's sweat stains on the sediment Tatted my chest so I'm never forgettin' it Yeah we got murder and violence in hoods And million dollar mansions in the woods I'm from the middle Somewhere between lots and a little I had to hustle for the goods I know the value of havin' a few dollars But know my way around a fun time Drinkin and poppin' my blue collar (yeah) But buckle down when it be crunch time Still call it home I ain't moved out (yeah) Just leveled up and got a new house (yeah) Watching Netflix on a new couch (yeah) Been a rocky road but now it smoothed out Sayin' who dis from a new phone In the same state in a new zone (yeah) Same old Webby with a new tone In the same soil where my roots grown Listen in the burbs I'm an idol And shit I'm honored of having the title (yeah yeah) People smile and wave all times of day And all of my neighbors recycle Yeah they all love when they see me Pullin' up with my lil' fluffy Cheweenie And got a chick in my passenger rubbin' my lap Like she tryin' to summon a genie I'm comin' from CT and I will never turn my back Puttin' this whole state on the map If I ain't travelin' I don't drop a pin 'Cause y'all know right where I'm at BOow A little outside of the great big city Baby that's where I roam I be blowin' trees up and down CT 'Cause there just ain't no place like home And I got a whole lotta booze in my bottle Chillin' laid back in my zone Still the best in the burbs When I flex with the words Someone pass me that microphone (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Baby welcome to Connecticut (yeah) That early colonial settlement Got me the ring Assembled the fellowship And my team goin' hard until we gettin' it We might be lesser known up on the microphone (true) But no you do not want to bang out (nah) Be careful if you choose to ride alone When them Huskies runnin' with the fangs out Those winters toughened up our character (yeah) So trust me you really don't want it We're ruder than most of America But if you ask me I call it honest (yeah) And if you suck on that stage up at Toad's place? (What?) We'll boo you right out of the show We can't help it's our nature to be a hater We don't like you we gon' let you know Yeah we the Northeast make it clear There ain't no Southern Hospitality here We ain't got no time for the fake smiles You ain't shit to me if you ain't real I'm from the burb side Whippin' and swerve by 20/20 vision up in my third eye Got it mapped out with a X on it like my shirt size (yeah) Shit I turn tides you just turnin' the channel I be that Suburban Commando Every motherfuckin' day I be hustlin' Lightnin' bolt ends when I'm burnin' the candle But shit this the life I chose and I will be One of the greatest even if it kills me Was the best in the burbs in 2010 Ten years later and I still be What A little outside of the great big city Baby that's where I roam I be blowin' trees up and down CT 'Cause there just ain't no place like home And I got a whole lotta booze in my bottle Chillin' laid back in my zone Still the best in the burbs When I flex with the words Someone pass me that microphone Pass me that microphone, pass me that microphone Pass me that microphone, pass me that microphone Pass me that microphone, pass me that microphone
Written by: Brian Joseph Eisner, Chris Webby, Jake Anthony Procanik
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