[Hook]
These cookie-cutter houses got me cuttin’ through the nonsense,
Everything’s perfect — yeah, perfect for the monsters.
Mind runnin’ laps round a cul-de-sac circuit,
The burbs on my back and I’m tryna break the surface.
[sprinkler sound effect]
[beat build then beat drop]
[Verse 1]
I grew up in a town where the calm looked staged,
Like somebody painted peace over panic and rage—
Every backyard barbecue’s a battleground page,
Neighbors smile while they judge you, nudge you, rub you…always the wrong way
Mom said, “Be grateful, you’re lucky to live here,”
But the pressure in my chest was a factory of fear.
Kids on the corner with that Stepford stare,
Act strait-laced but they break then the cracks appear.
I’m pissed off, ticked, twistin’ every damn thought,
Blamin’ myself for demons that suburbia brought.
You think it’s safe? Nah—every picket fence rots,
Just painted over trauma with Xanax and soda pop.
[Hook]
These cookie-cutter houses got me cuttin’ through the nonsense,
Everything’s perfect — yeah, perfect for the monsters.
Mind runnin’ laps round the cul-de-sac circuit,
The burbs on my back and I’m tryna break the surface.
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I’m sick of the script and the sitcom smiles,
People crack in the quiet, you can hear it for miles.
Pressure pile on my spine like a stack of case files—
Therapist askin’, “Why you angry?” Man, pull up a while.
’Cause I’m boxed in, locked in, clocks tick toxic,
Every little thought in my brain’s psychotic.
Tryna pick apart my past like a surgeon with the optics,
But the chaos underneath it all makes the calm feel caustic.
So I pace, pace, pace ’til the sidewalk breaks,
Tryna outrun the shame that the neighborhood makes.
I don’t need fresh air—man, I need high stakes,
Need a life that’s bigger than these picture-perfect fakes.
[Hook]
These cookie-cutter houses got me cuttin’ through the nonsense,
Everything’s perfect — yeah, perfect for the monsters.
Mind runnin’ laps round the cul-de-sac circuit,
The burbs on my back and I’m tryna break the surface.
[Bridge – Fast]
I’m spiralin’, firin’, wires in my mind rewirin’ and
I’m fightin’ every silence like it’s violence I’m inspirin’,
I’m buried in comparisons, embarrassin’ the narratives
They carry in these areas where every grin’s paper thin.
I’m ragin’, caged in, pacin’ like I’m waitin’
For a break in all the fakin’, every neighbor’s imitation.
I’m chasin’ liberation through the cracks in the foundation—
If the burbs are a system, I’m the glitch in Barbie’s Matrix.
Breath split, death grip, stress thick as cement is,
Step quick — I’m bendin’ every limit that they set, kid.
I’m restless, press this, breakin’ through the fences
’Cause perfection ain’t protection when the monster’s in your trenches.
[Outro]
Yeah, I’m risin’ from the calm that was killin’ my spark,
White houses that smiled while they swallowed all the heart.
They built this place to tame me, but watch what I become—
’Cause a monster made in heaven falls quickly to the dark
