City Blues - TOBi

Singing these Manchester City Blues

Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it’s true, hm

Monetize my pain and my hurt

Commodify my frame, do ya work

I modify my name, just the first

To fit in this lil' game, yeah

It’s hard chilling with niggas who only talk about bitches and never 'bout

business

Misogynistic till they sisters get involved

Then it’s vengeance in the name of feminism, of course

Bragging 'bout who they piped down in highschool, fool

What about right now?

Ooh you wanna fight clown?

Want me to put the mic down

And leave me Mike Brown, light brown soaked in the concrete

Just beyond God’s reach?

So tell me what’s next?

Boys in blue paint the town red from all the bloodshed

Still interrogating myself

Tell me, how do crocodile tears fall from dry wells?

You can’t confuse fedora boy for a suspect

The pen was the murder weapon

The muse, the Weeping Woman

Still tryna paint Picasso circa 1937, it’s true

I’m just paying my dues and my dudes

You out preeing my moves

I’m focused on my own two, and keep

Singing these Manchester City Blues

Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it’s true (Hey)

Monetize my pain and my hurt

Commodify my frame, do ya work

I modify my name, just the first

To fit in this lil' game

Yeah, mama working like there was two of her

Can’t let this motherfucking nine to five, ten to eight ruin her

Meanwhile, I’m jumping through the hoops

And dodging daily news and being in groups with young dudes who moving tough

Now she stressing and thinking her baby doing drugs

A lil' weed but I might as well have been shooting up

Aim for goals so high they got me shooting up

But chasing dreams ain’t for kids who got no time

For looking up to the stars with leaks all in the ceiling, plus

I was chilling, just tryna make me a killing, bruh

I remember Young Tony tales from the hood

I remember teachers never had my name understood, look

Ain’t with the back and forth like racquetball or basketball, nah

You doing her bad, she put you on blast like a Kalashnikov, ah

All nighters for med school, tryna crash the course, ah

Same minute I’m medded up on all the Adderall, I

Look in the past and look at the battle scars

Thinking of picking my bags and taking a trip to Californi-yay yay yay

That’s why I look in the mirror like I’m the fucking man

'Cause the younger me would probably be a fucking fan

Look who the boy became and I’ma hit the damn

MJ, Michael Jackson Thriller dance

Milly rocking either hand, diddy-boppin' Sweeterman

Trending topic, neither, I don’t give a damn

I just wanna see the fam winning off my

Singing these Manchester City Blues

Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it’s true (Hey)

Monetize my pain and my hurt

Commodify my frame, do ya work

I modify my name, just the first

To fit in this lil' game