Marc E. Ba**y - Subway Car lyrics

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 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 Ah, yeah, the way it comes to you, babe You don't need to try at all The way it comes to you, baby You don't need to change 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 you 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 Ah, yeah, the way it comes to you, babe You don't need to try at all The way it comes to you, baby