I come from the most irrelevant city in the map
Where it's not about where you're going, it's about where you're at
And it's not about who you run with, it's about who you run with past tense
But past tense only matters with dead dreams and Madlibs
But dead dreams never matter when money's involved
And money's always involved
Cause politics speaks volumes, and volumes only matter in bank statements and barbecues
And barbecues are simply a status symbol
The same way we make sure to mow our lawns even though NO ONE knows the city limit for gra** height
And we make sure we know our neighbors names, but leave it at that
And let me find out the neighbors have a bigger TV than me
And let me find out the neighbors have summer home in God knows where
And let me know why I give 2 cents about the neighbors car
"And don't forget to ask me how concerned I am about the new neighbors teenage son"
Let's just say he won't be playing with little Jimmy any time soon...
I study daytime television religiously
I root for the same high school that 3 generations of my family graduated from
My concrete driveway is as flawless as the garden I paid to have installed in my front lawn
I did everything I was supposed to
Yet, no amount of car stickers, Whole Foods coupons, and PTA meetings can answer my one question:
Why can't I remember life outside the city limits?