Urban Suburban - JohnnieB

Lyrics

( Johnnie B On The Beat ) I’m the urban suburban itself, I’m the curb and the cut grass, kid Half of me front porch calm, half of me still make the trunk rattle big I’m where the backroad blood and the city-made hunger naturally live Where the driveway meet the blacktop heat and both sides actually fit I’m not the voice for the mix, motherfucker, I am the mix I’m the clean white fence with a downtown twist and a bassline kick I’m the safe-side street with a wild-side streak when the mood get lit Like cul-de-sac peace met concrete grief and decided to build from it I got porch-light roots with a late-night pulse and they both exist I got suburban calm in my chest, urban spark in my talk when I spit I’m the in-between made visible, not some lane y’all can box and split I’m the proof two worlds can touch one soul and still come out like this So when I say urban suburban, that ain’t branding, that’s what I am I’m the yard and the siren, the church and the cuss, the map and the man I’m the road where the city and country shake hands and expand Urban suburban, motherfucker — I’m the whole damn land I’m the urban suburban But I still bring the city to the sticks I’m the urban suburban Who knew JohnnieB could move like this Front porch roots with a downtown twist, no wonder both sides all fuck with this I’m the urban suburban But I still bring the city to the sticks I’m the urban suburban Who knew JohnnieB could move like this Front porch roots with a downtown twist, no wonder both sides all fuck with this Just look in my eyes, baby, you can see both sides blinkin’ in sync One side neat and trimmed real clean, one side move with a rough-ass swing I’m the middle where the house keys jingle but the whole beat still got sting Where the calm stay cool, but the edge stay sharp, and both still mean something I’m not confused, I’m combined, I’m designed from a split routine A little bit driveway dust, a little bit downtown rush, a little bit in-between I got front-yard form with a back-alley storm and they both come clean That’s why when I step in the booth, it sound like two whole worlds convene I’m the stoplight glow on a quiet street and the cop-car flash in the dark I’m the barbecue smoke and the city bus brakes and the dog bark after dark I’m the middle-class lawn and the midnight song and the soul with a double-mark I’m the place where the suburbs grew some teeth and the city found some heart So don’t ask me which side I’m on, bitch, I’m the side they both became I’m the bridge, the blend, the bloodline, the built-up sound with a doubled name Urban suburban ain’t what I rep, it’s the beast in my veins I’m JohnnieB — the whole damn hybrid with both worlds in my frame I’m the urban suburban But I still bring the city to the sticks I’m the urban suburban Who knew JohnnieB could move like this Front porch roots with a downtown twist, no wonder both sides all fuck with this I’m the urban suburban But I still bring the city to the sticks I’m the urban suburban Who knew JohnnieB could move like this Front porch roots with a downtown twist, no wonder both sides all fuck with this