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)