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kai straw – the suburbs (mr. little jeans/arcade fire remix) كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: kai straw]
i remember when mom got two jobs
and my brother became my father
’cause dad was gone most of the
time, i guess we’ll raise ourselves
don’t copy my brother to be a man
copy motherf-cking peter pan
whatever male figure comes in my life
i’ll pretend they are my motherf-cking dad
but i’ve been drinking with friends
or smoking, whatever, depends
i’m suburban, nothing threatens me
but my parents, and they’re not around my house
they closed on me, crackers for every meal
and that habit will stick to my 20s
reminding me of, what no one taught me
and then there was god, who was watching me constant
some of us told that made me self-conscious
made me feel bad for wanting to f-ck
already had the kind of s-xual thought
since i was young it f-cked me up
my friends started calling me f-ggot
i f-cking hated it
they pounded that sh-t in my brain, and it stayed in it
funny what happens when so young
can poison the mind for so long
yelling ‘suburban’ sipping on bourbon
speaking with wisdom that we hadn’t earned yet
who the f-ck were we
who the f-ck was i
i remember the sound of my skateboard on the pavement
the sun down, almost
there was a purple haze
cross the rolling hills
the night was coming soon
the air against my face
was purifying, soothing

[verse 2: kai straw]
and then there were moments
where the world seemed like we owned it
like it spun for us alone, around our homes
around those cul-de-sacs
when we drove our dads car
cross that lonely m-ss of boxes
holding broken homes
looking like some f-cked up 50s ad
i see the mom is blonde she dyed it that
embarr-ssed if they were, two kids
there was probably a miscarriage
and if the, dad is smiling behind his eyes
he just isn’t there
cause all he thinks is that he can’t provide for his f-cking family
with a lower-middle cl-ss b-tch
the consuming m-sses
advertise to me b-st-rds
i can take it, i’ve been f-cked my whole life by you b-st-rds
i’m a child without culture
without tradition i’m only
a collage of the too much information i absorb
i’m food for the core
community college was or
whatever needs mindless employment
i’m suburban

[verse 3: mr. little jeans]
in the suburbs i
i learned to drive
and you told me we’d never survive
grab your mother’s keys, we’re leaving
you always seemed so sure
that one day we’d be fightin’ in the suburban war
your part of town against mine
i saw you standing on the opposite sh0r-
but by the time the first bombs fell we were already bored
we were
already
already
bored

[outro: mr. little jeans]
sometimes i can’t believe it
i’m moving past the feeling
sometimes i can’t believe it
i’m moving past the feeling, again

- kai straw

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