[Hook]
She want me to pull up get it like skrr
I don’t really know where she from in the 'burbs
Lana Del Ray and a lotta Smokepurpp
That’s not my sound but screw it I’ll learn
I don’t get a text when she come to the city
Lotta Snapchats late night two fifty
Forest Hills Drive Fireflies Owl City
I could bump that let’s try that vibe with me
Sheesh!

[Verse 1]
Ok first thing let’s make this clear I am not a SoundCloud rapper
I mean I rap and I put stuff on SoundCloud but that’s beside the point
Listen, she got a different impression of what I’m doing
Writing in the Bay recording out with the Bruins
Running up the numbers flexing up on the side
She wanna ride shotgun this is not a free ride
I need a E-ticket for this
Need some beats that’s enormous
Fortunately I’m developing a following
You wanna sell your soul what kind of pill are you swallowing?
Lately I been writing on the Ottoman
I mean you know it’s me the one they call King Solomon
When I pull up she be running from the curb
Well that’s how it seems when I’m fly as a bird but
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Pulled up the Instagram and she done linked to a VSCO
That’s the sure sign of someone from the 'burbs
I’m from the 415 the Bay San Francisco
Screw what you heard
I spent some time on the East
It got me feeling conflicted
When I’m out there I’m a beast
But if I move out there probably be tripping
Swear I’m not tripping
I got the vision, I got the Google Glasses in my head
I gotta pull the masses with my bread
I took the clubbing and rendered it dead
I took down walls like I’m scared of some lead
When I’m in the 'burbs gotta get it like skrr
People on the bikes sauce back with the fur
Rick Flair Drip yelling screw what you heard
I ain’t going down cause

[Bridge]
On the nights when we’re both hurting
I refuse to close the curtains
She say to me so determined
Think I’ll die in the suburban
On the nights when we’re both hurting
I refuse to close the curtains
She say to me so determined
Think I’ll die in the suburban
[Hook]