Corrección Letra Beatbox Parody (Suburban Dad Version) par Kyle Exum

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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 noticеd
Clock hits 5? I'm off, son tripped 'bout 1 sip?
Drive fine you nеw 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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