Subway Car - Marc E. Bassy
Sweet
that's all you are
Light a blunt up in a subway car
Now the sun's up
Cash yeah that's all you pay
Got a resume in a ashtray
You ain't working for nobody but you
Ah yeah the city moves through you babe
Ah yeah the way it comes to you babe
You don't need to try it all
The way it comes to you baby
Scripture
what your daddy reads
You a bad girl he must be a priest
You ain't praying for nobody but you
Liquor in your family tree
And your momma she went with the breeze
Told you to stay on your knees
Pray with the wind in your hair
Nothing could take you back there now
Ah yeah the city moves through you babe
Ah yeah the way it comes to you babe
You don't need to try at all
The way it comes to you baby
Ah yeah the city moves through you babe
Ah yeah the way it comes to you babe
You don't need to try at all
The way it comes to you babe
You were made that way
Like your mama her mama before her the drama
It drip from the root to the soil
I swear we just loyal to things
That shake us and break us and make us feel like
We could never ever ever ever get back there again
So we keep drowning
Ah yeah the city moves through youbabe
Ah yeah the way it comes to you babe
You don't need to try at all
The way it comes to you baby
Ah yeah the city moves through youbabe
Ah yeah the way it comes to you babe
You don't need to try at all
The way it comes to you