Singing these Manchester City Blues
Drown my liver in a pool of liquor it's true
Monetize my pain, and my hurt
Commodify my frame, do ya work
Commodify my frame, do your work
To fit in this lil' game
Yeah
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 when high school fool
What about right now?
Ouu 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
Monetize my pain, and my hurt
Commodify my frame, do your work
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 muthaf*cking 9-5, 10-8 ruin her
Meanwhile I'm jumping thru the hoops of 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
Same minute I'm medded up on all the Adderall
I look in the past and think of 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 f*cking man
'Cause the younger me would probably be a f*cking 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
Manchester City Blues
Drown my liver in a pool of liquor it's true
Monetize my pain, and my hurt
Commodify my frame, do your work
Modify my name, just the first
To fit in this lil' game
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Singing these Manchester City Blues
Drown my liver in a pool of liquor it's true
Monetize my pain, and my hurt
Commodify my frame, do ya work
Commodify my frame, do your work
To fit in this lil' game
Yeah
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 when high school fool
What about right now?
Ouu 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
Monetize my pain, and my hurt
Commodify my frame, do your work
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 muthaf*cking 9-5, 10-8 ruin her
Meanwhile I'm jumping thru the hoops of 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
Same minute I'm medded up on all the Adderall
I look in the past and think of 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 f*cking man
'Cause the younger me would probably be a f*cking 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
Manchester City Blues
Drown my liver in a pool of liquor it's true
Monetize my pain, and my hurt
Commodify my frame, do your work
Modify my name, just the first
To fit in this lil' game
Drown my liver in a pool of liquor it's true
Monetize my pain, and my hurt
Commodify my frame, do ya work
Commodify my frame, do your work
To fit in this lil' game
Yeah
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 when high school fool
What about right now?
Ouu 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
Monetize my pain, and my hurt
Commodify my frame, do your work
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 muthaf*cking 9-5, 10-8 ruin her
Meanwhile I'm jumping thru the hoops of 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
Same minute I'm medded up on all the Adderall
I look in the past and think of 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 f*cking man
'Cause the younger me would probably be a f*cking 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
Manchester City Blues
Drown my liver in a pool of liquor it's true
Monetize my pain, and my hurt
Commodify my frame, do your work
Modify my name, just the first
To fit in this lil' game
Writer: Oluwatobi Ajibolade, Lee Freedman, Myles Schwartz
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.