Burbs (Mostly Live)

Ain’t no back 40 party on a Friday night

Ain’t a circle up bonfire in the truck light

Ain’t a cow or a field or a tractor in sight

It’s a 4 or a 5 or a 6-A school

HOA, Rec center, community pool

Blue or white collar, either way is cool

Well we ain’t quite country

Ain’t quite city

A little Tupac, a little Nitty Gritty

We ain’t from a trailer ain't from a hood

Raised right where street lights meet the woods

Our cars burn rubber and our trucks hop the curbs

That’s how we do it in the Burbs

Meet some boys at the gym for some pickup ball

Meet a girl at a movie down at the mall

Hang in the Sonic parking lot until the curfew calls

Brad’s mom and dad went out of town

It’s on the DL but it gets around

Cars line the block shut the cul-de-sac down

Well we ain’t quite country

We ain’t quite city

A little George Strait, a little Tom Petty

We ain’t from a trailer ain't from a hood

Raised right where street lights meet the woods

Our cars burn rubber and our trucks hop the curbs

That’s how we do it in the Burbs

See, we’re twenty-five minutes from them downtown lights

Twenty-five the other way for a country night

Hit the club, hit the lease

Man, what’s it gonna be

A backwoods road or the H.O.V.

Well we ain’t quite country

Ain't quite city

Got foreign and domestics chilling in a Yeti

We ain’t from a trailer ain't from a hood

Raised right where street lights meet the woods

Our cars burn rubber big trucks hop the curbs

That’s how we do it in the

That’s how we do it in the Burbs

My truck is 2wd

I drive a V6 mustang, yeah

And I dress from Express in the mall

In the Burbs