Spaceboy Boogie X - SFV lyrics

[Intro] You know, this song's about where I grew up But I have a pretty good feeling it's all over the world No matter what city you're in There's a place like the SFV [Verse One: Hot Karl] I had an upbringing in a neighborhood that was hardly healthy Grew up in the middle of the most affluent and wealthy Most people equate happiness within the suburbs But please take my words, this lifestyle is absurd Remember "Clueless"? That was my hood but more ruthless The method on how they call it depends on your wallet From the outside they pretend it's the norm Forgetting most parents are divorced and it's the capital of p**n It's The Valley, where money's the only need The millionaires survive on principles of lust and greed See, I grew up middle cla**, still felt second rate Ridiculed at an early age for not having a guarded gate In this case, they act like it's completely safe But in truth it's a charade where they afford the c**aine Because [?], these kids will have problems Parents abuse [?] and weak attempts to solve them So things aren't always what they seem to be Living suburban life up in the SFV [Hook: K-Max] Look at all these rumors Surrounding me every day I just need some time Some time to get away from From all these rumors I can't take it no more Even my homeboys been hollerin' 'bout me Still up in the SFV [Verse Two] It was sick, my high school was like a fashion show A runway for expensive clothes and cash flow No surprise, we'd come back from Christmas break To see most of the girls' noses molded into pretty shapes Surgeons' numbers on speed dial, it was odd Everyone had deviated septums but no one got nose jobs You have problems? Daddy will buy you bigger breasts As if every answer to the test rests in your daughter's chest So materialistic, like Camelot but sadistic So many little cliques hanging out would make me sick And our parties: right out of magazines Girls following an image that can't humanly be achieved Vicious cycles, reality's distorted Why do you think all of the girls develop eating disorders? And most of them have reputations to be stuck up That's f**ed up, 'cause on weekends they act like s*uts But they strut they stuff, like they sh** doesn't stink All the b**hes are dumb hoes up in the SFV [Hook] [Verse Three] I hate seeing sixteen year olds driving a Porsche Throwing cash like Jermaine Dupri, living like Brandon Walsh Spoiled brats live in their own altered realities Where the student parking lot has better cars than the faculty's I'll be the first to admit SFV has mad freaks What makes them unique is their body comes with a receipt They're all bimbos who say "Y'know, like, and stuff?" So, like, Valley Girls might be the reason I use metaphors so much The sickest sh**, the richer the quicker they are to fight Despite all the cash they're still living like Thug Lyfe And the rumors, kids even gossip with the teachers If I said my dick fell off, probably half of them would believe it "Did you hear, Karl's dick fell off!" See, what did I say But a couple of them were true: those theater kids really were gay And yes, all the honors students were just cheaters And that point guard y'all loved videotaped s** with cheerleaders And that football coach you trust your son with on afternoons f**s like twenty buried moms, it'll be exposed soon I'm sure my songs'll help to make this dumb sh** end 'Cept now with my CD, they'll pretend they were my friends I'm sure there's place like this wherever you call home Same f**ed-up suburbs just with a different zip code Than the SFV [Hook]