City Blues (Remix) TOBi (Ft. The Game)
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[Chorus: TOBi]
Singing these Manchester City Blues
Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it's true, hmm
Monetize my pain and my hurt
Commodify my frame, do your work
I modify my name, just the first
To fit in this lil' game, yeah
[Verse 1: TOBi]
It's hard chilling with niggas who only talk about bitches and never 'bout business
Misogynistic 'til they sisters get involved
Then it's vengeance in the name of feminism, of course
Bragging 'bout who they piped down in high school, 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
Singing these Manchester City Blues
Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it's true, hmm
Monetize my pain and my hurt
Commodify my frame, do your work
I modify my name, just the first
To fit in this lil' game, yeah
[Verse 1: TOBi]
It's hard chilling with niggas who only talk about bitches and never 'bout business
Misogynistic 'til they sisters get involved
Then it's vengeance in the name of feminism, of course
Bragging 'bout who they piped down in high school, 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
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