Suburbia By Devon Again (slowed)

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Lyrics
Seems your mind’s always made
Not a mess that you can’t clean up
With some help from the maid
Dishes left for dirtying
We’re drinking from the same cup
And you know just what you’re doing
Just looking for someone to ruin your plan
I’ll be your mid-day amusement
'Cause night time is saved for the faking
If you asked me I would stay
I have to leave
He’s on his way
No you taste like suburbia
Two cars and custom furniture
You’re walk-in closet rendezvous
I wish that I was home to you
Oh!
He loves you 'cause you listen
Be a shame if he found out what we were doing in the kitchen
I’m waiting for a vacancy
Squeeze my way in your family tree
You think you know what you’re doing
But I’ve been looking to ruin your plan
More than a mid-day amusement
I wanna be there when the night ends
If you asked me I would stay
I have to leave
He’s on his way
No you taste like suburbia
Two cars and custom furniture
You’re walk-in closet rendezvous
I wish that I was home to you
No you taste like suburbia
Two cars and custom furniture
You’re walk-in closet rendezvous
I wish that I was home to you
Black and white is boring
He goes down on you, you’re snoring
Wanna hold you
In the morning
Paint the walls with pink and orange
No you taste like suburbia
Two cars and custom furniture
You’re walk-in closet rendezvous
I wish that I was home to you
No you taste like suburbia
Two cars and custom furniture
You’re walk-in closet rendezvous
I wish that I was home to you