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zcr – jesus of suburbia lyrics

[intro: dj lucas & stefania]
h+llo lucas it’s just stefania, how have you been?
i’ve been wonderful, how have you been?
oh, i’ve been great
i’m not sure if you remember, but i’m following up about notices sent to all the neighbors about their recent electric bill?
no i+ i don’t remember, but i’m recordering+
i+ i’m recording a song right now and the song is fire
ha, you’re recording a song
um, i’m just going to be really quick, i do have a bunch of neighbors as well, so i’m sure i’m not going to take much time
no no no no no, it’s time to record
dj (dj, dj)
it’s dj dj dj man, let mе talk my talk
(smoke) i’m smoking chem, man
(you got the bеat from zcr, man, you goin’ crazy)
man, i go by the name of young mr. clean, man
(yeah) it’s dj dj dj lucas, man
(yeah)i gotta get this money cause they say freedom comes at a cost
(clank, clank) dj, let me talk my talk, let me talk my talk (yeah)

[verse: dj lucas]
(dj, dj, dj) said it’s young mr. clean, all them other boys be washed
(clank, clank) said i came up out the woods just like a hiker that got lost
(smoke, smoke, smoke) getting money, cause they told me freedom’s coming at a cost
(money, grr) small town living, all you hear’s the sound of the exhaust
(ahh, ahh) got a burberry shirt for all the times i did lacoste
(clank, clank) 3.5 in my bleeper, i be twisted off the nos
(smoke, smoke) last night got so high i started praying to the gods
(ahh, ahh) my homie driving outta state said that he runnin’ outta pods
(nyoom, nyoom) b+tch, i’m from amherst like emily and robert frost
(i talk my talk, i talk my talk) i called her, said she’s waiting for me right outside the red cross
(hahh, hahh) h+lla crystals on the zaza it looks like a [?]
(how, how) they know i really talk my talk like i’m going through hearing loss
(i talk my talk, i talk my talk, i talk my talk) red socks fitted, look who’s hopping out the civic
(nyoom, nyoom) you’re not smoking chem dog, doing twice the speed limit
(smoke, smoke) do you want the fame, or do you really got your heart up in it
(hahh, hahh) i got a plate for 500 so i risk the parking ticket
(let’s go, let’s go) me and shorty in the guest house, it’s gonna be a minute
(huh, huh, huh, huh) staring blankly in the club just like i’m at an art exhibit
(dj, dj, dj) where i’m from you need that thick skin, cause all the th+rns and thicket
(huh, huh, huh, huh) and i can barely talk my talk cause most the stuff we do’s elicit
(let’s go, let’s go) got the beat from zcr
late nights i’m geeking hard
(smoke, smoke) homie lost his mind about that girl, ain’t speaking bout no broad
(huh, huh) when they see dj “oh my god”
it’s like a creature from the bog
(oh my god, oh my god, oh my god) creeping through the storage container just like i’m playing cod
(brr, brr, brr) yeah, money in my pocket, but i do not have a job
(money, money, money) made a k!lling off the wedding crasher just like vince vaughn
(smoke, smoke) i need 2 bands for a feature, if you wanna make a song
(i talk my talk, i talk my talk) i got a 3.5 in my bleep, we never played no beer pong
(huh, huh, huh) it all started at the quaker meeting with the sing+alongs
(dj, dj, dj) said the we got red hands just like a strawberry blonde
(ahh, ahh, ahh) they like “lucas, don’t forget us when you get it”
(get it, get it) first time i heard jesus of suburbia it hit different
(it hit different)
[outro]
(dj, dj)
let me talk my talk man, you know what the f+ck is going on
(f+ck is going on)
first time i heard jesus of suburbia that sh+t bust my babka
(first time i heard jesus of suburbia that sh+t bust my babka)
brrr, dj, dj, dj (dj, dj)
(the smartest dj alive and all time)

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