Mission Valley 3:07 PM by The Sus Boyz Lyrics
[Verse 1: Sus Boy 3000 (pizza boy.)]
The problem with existing, personified in back sweat
Walk outside to get reminded I’m the Black threat
Walk outside to get reminded, as a Black kid, I am undesirable to nerd or otherwise, it goes as such:
No matter if it’s hood or Hyrule flow
Zelda lovers think I’m stupid, hood chicks want me slow
White guys are the safe choice and the standard
Painfully reminded; playfully, I banter
Yet another self-talk, self-deprecation
Filling out the Bed, Bath, and Beyond application
I’m so self-aware; I know I’m so out of place
Right outside the store, like, “What I know about drapes?!”
I should run ‘em
Because the silent exchange when they run the card says they think I would anyway
I think my pube stank betrays my GPA
ETA for hygiene assumptions: 0:58
What a hot day; it’s hot up in the 6
Give me 66 for a temp, and then keep away LaVey
Hellfyre in the 'phones, raising Kane like Paul Bearer
This bloody fart smells like brimstone
[Verse 2: Big Sus Boi (Shampoo Papi)]
Fuck this rap shit, I'm on my iPhone app shit
Tap shit, gettin' more money than a mattress
On my rap shit, like...
"Fuck this rap shit! I'm an activist, sipping Actavis"
All ball, Paul Wall and you pussies get smoked like a Pall Mall
Wi-Fi fly guy, on the web like a fly when I die
I pen a couple metaphors and rap tropes
And try to pass it off like I rap dope
Say what? I don't say the same stuff
Don't let me give off the impression that I ain't tough
Don't let 'em paint you as a bitch or a snitch
Or a meme or a trend or a name on a list
Fuck Complex, I don't get the context
I deal with concepts if we're being honest
Well, I tried it, then...
Put me up on Pitchfork, no Leviathan
The problem with existing, personified in back sweat
Walk outside to get reminded I’m the Black threat
Walk outside to get reminded, as a Black kid, I am undesirable to nerd or otherwise, it goes as such:
No matter if it’s hood or Hyrule flow
Zelda lovers think I’m stupid, hood chicks want me slow
White guys are the safe choice and the standard
Painfully reminded; playfully, I banter
Yet another self-talk, self-deprecation
Filling out the Bed, Bath, and Beyond application
I’m so self-aware; I know I’m so out of place
Right outside the store, like, “What I know about drapes?!”
I should run ‘em
Because the silent exchange when they run the card says they think I would anyway
I think my pube stank betrays my GPA
ETA for hygiene assumptions: 0:58
What a hot day; it’s hot up in the 6
Give me 66 for a temp, and then keep away LaVey
Hellfyre in the 'phones, raising Kane like Paul Bearer
This bloody fart smells like brimstone
[Verse 2: Big Sus Boi (Shampoo Papi)]
Fuck this rap shit, I'm on my iPhone app shit
Tap shit, gettin' more money than a mattress
On my rap shit, like...
"Fuck this rap shit! I'm an activist, sipping Actavis"
All ball, Paul Wall and you pussies get smoked like a Pall Mall
Wi-Fi fly guy, on the web like a fly when I die
I pen a couple metaphors and rap tropes
And try to pass it off like I rap dope
Say what? I don't say the same stuff
Don't let me give off the impression that I ain't tough
Don't let 'em paint you as a bitch or a snitch
Or a meme or a trend or a name on a list
Fuck Complex, I don't get the context
I deal with concepts if we're being honest
Well, I tried it, then...
Put me up on Pitchfork, no Leviathan