Kata Bel Air - Cruel Wind Of Suburbia [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Hop in the Ford
Motor sputters cos I'm sixteen
Smooth like cocoa butter
And we're cruising by, dripping

Keep the bass kunt
And tinny like a foil wrap
Cos the dope shit bitches got?
Can't afford that

Downvoting my annotations
Super intellectual Asians
Makin nations shake
On my birthday when my tummy aches

My backseat smells like all the way
And even though I know it came that way
I don't correct these bitches
Cos they know I'm only halfway gay

Wonderin' what I've got in back
Dude thinks he can handle that
Reverse and swerve to my preferred
Cos he knows where the party's at

Youth is disappointing
So I keep my bitches boring
By comparison I'm cool as hell
Mirror, mirror, ring a bell?

What I gotta do when the lights come on
To make 'em leave for a basic broad?
I don't gotta ask for a hollaback
I keep the eyes rolling
#HEARTATTACK

Stripping off our cardigans
Eyes rolling at the lettermen
Straightedge hoes, we don't want
Your opinions or your lips, I'm in

I stay exciting
I keep a bitch enticing
When I go down, I shake the ground
Each earthquake is a heartbreak

Wanna know how stars taste?
I bottle up, Aristotle full throttle
Working with professionals
Your office space, how's the dick taste?
By that I mean I dictate
Your purpose on my landscape

I don't condone a basic ho
So hop in, baby, let's go!

Faking ones, they get the gun
Cos your girl is down to fuck
We kick her out, she scream and shout
We shrug and say
"This suburb's hell."

We kick her out
This suburb's hell