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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? Oohyou 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 SongtexteI'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 remembered 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 Aus Songtexte Mania