Paroles de The neighborhood

Average kids middle class in
Awe of their surroundings
Around em' ferraris amongst various tar streets
Stark desolate town meets
Scoundrels in possession of ready amounts of ounces
Delirious, starving most of time
Life's oh so sublime, roller coasters supposed to rhyme
Edgar poe prose, flow cold as dry ice
Spit saliva smite the likes of silly niggas like
Loki lowkey blow me bitch, show me tits

He stole things solely to oppose these niggas, no belief system
Weed money women no, weed money wisdom
Parents fairly aware that their kids barely adhere, and inquiries is constant
Often as offin' niggas with vowels and consonants
These how old broads is
Wishin' for more melanin skin, relishin' necklaces
Reckless and selfish men delvin' in
To the depths of this trench, essentially sex, with a hellish grin

Smoking herbs in the 'burbs with no aspirations