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