Suburban Base

[Verse 1: P.O.S]

Maybe I grew up like a piece o' shit

Maybe I’m pathetic, babies

I ain't got no etiquette

They just spread it like they better

Who the fuck is this?

And then I'm on ‘em like no other

I can take they gifts

Or leave ‘em I embody

What they look for when they buyin’ shit

I exude this quality they simply can not get

For dollars

They authenticity does not exist

For nothin'

Gimme somethin'

What the fuck you want

[Chorus: P.O.S]

I'm beat up

My feet up

My seat back

Windows cracked

I'm relaxed

Got the wind

At my back

What the fuck could y'all want

Yeah, Yeah

I'm beat up

My feet up

My seat back

Windows cracked

I'm relaxed

Got the wind

At my back

What the fuck could y’all want

(Fuck is up, yeah)

[Verse 2: Sims]

My vision blown in the wind of if it will, or if it won’t

Then again no one is comin' to get ya

Better listen for the engine when it’s lit up

And the piston, vren'a, vren'a

Piss and vinegar, venom and cynical vigor don't get you up in it

Stop bitchin’ just get in and whip it

I go with it, so vivid

So vicious, isn't it

My heart‘s light, my soul's different

I beat back my depression with both fists

And I run digits, numbers up and down

Fuckin' up accounts, if that what amounts

But I'm but I'm okay, okay

Heart pump like an 808

I cannot fade —

Look at the state of play and tell me you ain't afraid

Mouth keep the razor blade

Tongue keep the edge at bay

Might meet the end today

That's why I made this, that's why I play this way

[Chorus: P.O.S]

I'm beat up

My feet up

My seat back

Windows cracked

I'm relaxed

Got the wind

At my back

What the fuck could y'all want

(Fuck is up, yeah)

[Verse 3: Sims]

What they do there isn't fair

I'm aware it's a bear

Snap a snare and then I annex my square

Fly as I dare

You ain't gotta tell me how it compare, I don't care

Kid Icarus up like a flare, watch the glare

I don't put on, I just do me

Live from the beast

Fall on my face

Smile through my teeth

Find me a

I don't put on I just do me

Live from the beast

Find me a piece

Or at least

Attack sustain decay release

[Chorus - P.O.S]

I'm beat up

My feet up

My seat back

Windows cracked

I'm relaxed

Got the wind

At my back

What the fuck could y'all want

(the fuck would y'all want)

I'm beat up

My feet up

My seat back

Windows cracked

I'm relaxed

Got the wind

At my back

What the fuck could y'all want

(Fuck is up, yeah)