[Hook: Tom Solar]
This city is too small for my mind
Whoa, whoa
X4
[Verse 1: Tom Solar]
This city, definitely I love, am appreciative of
But this mind don't fit inside the border
Less so as I grow older
Over, not the bridge though, no, it's this situation at home
I don't feel the same as I did back when I was a teen, when I was a fiend
Then I was easy to please
My intimacy's with the breeze, p**y to eat
There's been a decrease in the market
Many singles I chopped it up with before is all tooken, set to win big in another land
And I should just post up in the Baltic
See this sea's too small for all this
[Hook: Tom Solar]
This city is too small for my mind
Whoa, whoa
X4
[Verse 2: Tom Solar]
Bricks is less vibrant, lines of cement is hiding
Where the f** am I riding to? Am I riding at all?
Am I riding through or climbing to fall?
I sit hoping, glaring, baring, fire stoking, doping, daring to rise up, open the Solar Era
Find a chair in it, I will be sharing it
My street don't fit my feet, that throne won't seat both of my bu*t cheeks
But I am twenty-three, and I'm wondering if I'm meant to be
Let me take care of it mother, cancel your cancer, answer the chants with hands up
It's not by chance I'ma land us where it's dangerously handsome
[Hook: Tom Solar]
This city is too small for my mind
Whoa, whoa
X4
[Verse 3: Tom Solar]
Story of a girl from a burb named Gloria
Used to be horny, evolved into lonely
Could never see setbacks as jet packs for growing
Turned to illegal receival of dough
Serving tweakers, she'd tweet her self-loathing
No one would see her for her, it was over
They did not know her, she'd meet she'd be gone
Get back to the stove, throw her feelings in potions
She was weak, dreamed of a rope every day of the week
She needed to sulk, but she had too much sh** to indulge in
Bulk of a fortune, stored in a hole
Ego and pesos vetoed the scheme
She seen her amigos she boned just for boning and caught one
Brought him home for bed sports, exported his head to the bed floor
He couldn't know she would who*e him to store him in waste bins, not wait a second or more
She never felt that the home she was born to was the home she was made to belong
[Hook: Tom Solar]
This city is...
Whoa, whoa
This city is too small for my mind
Whoa, whoa
This city is...
Whoa, whoa
This city is too small for my mind
Whoa, whoa