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shit, shorty's body feverish\n[00:20.00] Perfected, light them bitches up to perfection\n[00:23.23] I'm destined, please don't try me son, I'm bad, hood-tested\n[00:26.45] All these nobody-names can't see my flow\n[00:29.80] You would've thought it was legal, all this stour I blow\n[00:32.82] Wit' a mommy riding shotty, cute as Gwyneth Paltrow\n[00:36.22] Son, I'm all about this money, every day I count mo'\n[00:39.55] Fuck a Facebook, nigga, I'm online bankin'\n[00:42.82] Fuck a Twitter follow, I'm paper chasin'\n[00:46.06] And never would you ever see a nigga slow down\n[00:49.20] Pretty faces everywhere, baby girl is goin' down\n[00:52.69] It's the fast life, I ain't even took my beat\n[00:55.85] And while you're out there, just stop cheatin'\n[00:59.68] I come to life in my fast, fast car\n[01:03.29] Your life cannot ever be ours\n[01:06.35] My Testarossa same color as Mars\n[01:09.34] Buckle up, you are now riding with a star\n[01:12.05] (I come to life) I come to life in my fast, 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with me\n[02:18.06] So I keep 'em fumin', you can see the girl in 'em\n[02:21.83] I tell 'em keep it moving 'fore we put them hollows in 'em\n[02:24.97] And ain't nobody see it, we do it on the low\n[02:28.13] Then jump in the whip, son, it's time to go\n[02:31.35] I come to life in my fast, fast car\n[02:35.05] Your life cannot ever be ours\n[02:38.08] My Testarossa same color as Mars\n[02:41.18] Buckle up, you are now riding with a star\n[02:43.86] (I come to life) I come to life in my fast, fast car\n[02:47.97] Your life cannot ever be ours\n[02:51.26] My Testarossa same color as Mars\n[02:54.12] Buckle up, you are now riding with a star\n[02:56.81] I come to life\n[03:00.25] I come to life\n[03:02.94] Yeah, I come to life\n[03:06.78] I come to life\n[03:10.05] I come to life\n[03:13.19] I come to life\n[03:16.12] Yeah, I come to life\n[03:19.88] I come to life\n[03:23.03] I come to life\n[03:28.38] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suburbia\n  artist: Kavinsky\n  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lights\n[00:10.73] Got me sipping, not too much just starting light\n[00:13.86] Because the night is young, and I got spots to hit\n[00:17.15] Bitches to see and shit, shorty's body feverish\n[00:20.06] Perfected, light them bitches up to perfection\n[00:23.20] I'm destined, please don't try me son, I'm bad, hood-tested\n[00:26.46] All these nobody-names can't see my flow\n[00:29.80] You would've thought it was legal, all this stour I blow\n[00:32.89] Wit' a mommy riding shotty, cute as Gwyneth Paltrow\n[00:36.26] Son, I'm all about this money, every day I count mo'\n[00:39.58] Fuck a Facebook, nigga, I'm online bankin'\n[00:42.87] Fuck a Twitter follow, I'm paper chasin'\n[00:46.03] And never would you ever see a nigga slow down\n[00:49.22] Pretty faces everywhere, baby girl is goin' down\n[00:52.67] It's the fast life, I ain't even took my beat\n[00:55.86] And while you're out there, just stop cheatin'\n[00:59.64] I come to life in my fast, fast car\n[01:03.26] Your life cannot ever be ours\n[01:06.31] My Testarossa same color as Mars\n[01:09.36] Buckle up, you are now riding with a star\n[01:12.18] (I come to life) I come to life in my fast, fast car\n[01:16.26] Your life cannot ever be ours\n[01:19.25] My Testarossa same color as Mars\n[01:22.43] Buckle up, you are now riding with a star\n[01:25.34] I come to life\n[01:28.30] I come to life\n[01:31.39] Yeah, I come to life\n[01:34.84] I come to life, uh\n[01:39.09] Blood flowin', when I'm cruising give me a rush\n[01:42.23] Wanted me to go down, told her I just do it up\n[01:45.48] New York nigga, you can tell how my skin thick\n[01:48.51] Bustin' down some fried rice and rib tips\n[01:51.26] Feelin' 'bout my business, in for this, these niggas ridiculous\n[01:55.35] Y'all just wanna start shit, my nigga we finish it\n[01:58.66] So stop frontin' like y'all dudes can mess with me\n[02:01.92] I cut these fools like pizza pies with extra cheese\n[02:05.35] Make you a memory, have you laid out like the letter T\n[02:09.23] Never take my eyes off my enemy\n[02:11.52] Focused, when I'm in the room you feel my energy\n[02:14.85] Probably movin' wrong if these haters ain't upset with me\n[02:18.00] So I keep 'em fumin', you can see the girl in 'em\n[02:21.80] I tell 'em keep it moving 'fore we put them hollows in 'em\n[02:24.92] And ain't nobody see it, we do it on the low\n[02:28.22] Then jump in the whip, son, it's time to go\n[02:31.33] I come to life in my fast, fast car\n[02:35.09] Your life cannot ever be ours\n[02:38.08] My Testarossa same color as Mars\n[02:41.17] Buckle up, you are now riding with a star\n[02:43.85] (I come to life) I come to life in my fast, fast car\n[02:47.91] Your life cannot ever be ours\n[02:51.23] My Testarossa same color as Mars\n[02:54.14] Buckle up, you are now riding with a star\n[02:56.86] I come to life\n[03:00.29] I come to life\n[03:02.98] Yeah, I come to life\n[03:06.70] I come to life\n[03:10.09] I come to life\n[03:13.16] I come to life\n[03:16.14] 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I'm destined, please don't try me son, I'm bad, hood-tested\n  All these nobody-names can't see my flow\n  You would've thought it was legal, all this stour I blow\n\n  Wit' a mommy riding shotty, cute as Gwyneth Paltrow\n  Son, I'm all about this money, every day I count mo'\n  Fuck a Facebook, nigga, I'm online bankin'\n  Fuck a Twitter follow, I'm paper chasin'\n\n  And never would you ever see a nigga slow down\n  Pretty faces everywhere, baby girl is goin' down\n  It's the fast life, I ain't even took my beat\n  And while you're out there, just stop cheatin'\n\n  I come to life in my fast, fast car\n  Your life cannot ever be ours\n  My Testarossa same color as Mars\n  Buckle up, you are now riding with a star\n\n  (I come to life) I come to life in my fast, fast car\n  Your life cannot ever be ours\n  My Testarossa same color as Mars\n  Buckle up, you are now riding with a star\n\n  I come to life\n  I come to life\n  Yeah, I come to life\n  I come to life, uh\n\n  Blood flowin', 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