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Beatbox Parody (Suburban Dad Version) Lyrics - Artist : Exum, Kyle
Burbs! Big burbs!
Driving down to Whole Foods someone cut my lane off Tried to get away from me, had a stare off He took my parking spot (reserved), knocked his mirrors off And I still got a ticket, had to rock and roll speed off Thuggin' in my Reeboks, higher than Nike socks My food seems off, complaints make 'em beatbox In my lawn waves, caught my neighbor with their dog Lost my glasses, complaints make 'em beatbox Neighbors gossip cause I've got these lawn waves defined I got served attitude, only tip was "Be Kind" I walked in for coffee, I want my cup of Joe quick Ready to get this Starbucks, shoot! I got noticed Clock hits 5? I'm off, son tripped 'bout 1 sip? Drive fine you new here? Just tryna get you there Ref messed with my son most, addressed my concerns like Post My neighbor's too bold, a strongly worded note was wrote My son made honor roll, thinkin' that's something you need to know Wanna see D'rake? He's yours, ungrateful? Now he's gone Know my team's on but forgot my passcode Talkin' bout "get online", I'm on the line, that's how I called My daughter did me wrong, brought some male that she's liking home (This ain't Michael B) Tryna date her and all, that's strike 3 now he's gone Netflix and Chillin'? No, New Balance and Grillin's the goal Talking smack? I'll beg their pardon For the Home D sales we sparring (Imma lose my marbles) Driving down to Whole Foods someone cut my lane off Tried to get away from me, had a stare off He took my parking spot (reserved), knocked his mirrors off And I still got a ticket, had to rock and roll speed off Thuggin' in my Reeboks, higher than Nike socks Son's grades seems off, backtalk? Belt gon' beatbox In my office, left my cell phone in the car Can't find my keys, complaints make 'em beatbox Grades are down, that's belts up now, Dad!, backtalk gets your back lit up! He ain't tell you?, Please don't Mama, I been told him clean this up Dad I'm sorry, Hi Sorry, I'm Mad, I do all this work for what? To come home to a house torn down, from Be Be children running around Belt applause and encores sound cause we bout to go beat it down Dad we-, We? Repeat that now, I knew I sensed bad golfer's child Dang it, man!, Well hey there pal, oh dang nabbit, look who's here now This hurts me bad, Chill pops!, Just joking, Thanks!, Not! Alright we're done, You're stopping, Lucky that this game's hot (Darn it Bron!) Talk back again! Boy act distressed so she thinks you're popped good, Pops! Now y'all can rock and roll, aye what's the score?, We up now Aye can we play while the game's on?, Just don't cheat on my lawn, the neighbor's yards just keep on itching away Leave it yellow like the last straw, you gon' need a new lawn, it can't survive this spray Want a piece of my mind? I'm serving, last I checked your golfing was subpar as your grilling game My grass does what the ocean said to the beach, What?, Nothing, it just waves Good one there Jim Driving down to Whole Foods someone cut my lane off Tried to get away from me, had a stare off He took my parking spot (reserved), knocked his mirrors off And I still got a ticket, had to rock and roll speed off Thuggin' in my Reeboks, higher than Nike socks My food seems off, complaints make 'em beatbox At my cookout, someone said my grilling's off (Flabbergasting) Missed my team's win, complaints make 'em beatbox |
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