Tom Solar - Fishtank lyrics

[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