Catch a boat to England, baby, maybe to Spain Wherever I have gone Wherever I've been and gone Wherever I have gone the blues run the game Send out for whiskey, baby, send out for gin Me and room service, honey Me and room service, mama Me and room service, we are living life of sin When I'm not sleeping, honey, you are on my mind When I'm not sleeping, honey I ain't sleeping, mama When I ain't sleeping, you know you'll find me crying Try another city, baby, another town Wherever I have gone Wherever I've been and gone Wherever I have gone the blues come following 'round Living is a gamble, baby, loving's much the same Wherever I have gone Wherever I've rolled them dice Wherever I have gone, the blues are all the same When I'm not drinking baby, someplace down the line When I ain't drinking, honey I ain't drinking, mama When I ain't drinking, oh, you know you'll find me crying So catch a boat to England, baby, maybe to Spain Wherever I have gone Wherever I've been and gone Wherever I have gone the blues run the game

Singing these Manchester City blues Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it's true Monetize my pain, and my hurt Commodify my frame, do your work I modify my name, just the first To fit in this lil' game Yeah It's hard chilling with niggas who only Talk about bitches and never 'bout business Misogynistic 'til they sisters get involved Then it's vengeance in the name of feminism of course Bragging 'bout who they piped down when high school fool What about right now? Ouu you wanna fight clown? Want me to put the mic down And leave me Mike Brown, light brown soaked in the concrete Just beyond God's reach So tell me what's next? Boys in blue paint the town red from all the bloodshed Still interrogating myself Tell me how do crocodile tears fall from dry wells You can't confuse fedora boy for a suspect The pen was the murder weapon The muse, "The Weeping Woman" Still tryna paint Picasso circa 1937, it's true I'm just paying my dues and my dudes You out preeing my moves I'm focused on my own two and keep singing these Manchester City blues Drown my liver in a pool of liquor it's true Monetize my pain, and my hurt Commodify my frame, do your work I modify my name, just the first To fit in this lil' game You wanna know why I'm happy? I'm still alive, nigga 'Bout four, five times, I should've died, nigga You see the pain when you look into my eyes Made it to 39, I guess my grandmama lied She said I'd never make it to see 21 My brother didn't, listen, this is where the Henny come 17, he was everything I wanted to be I watched the devil take his life right in front of me I feel strong, but I'm breaking down underneath In Compton, you ain't gotta be the Klan to lay up under sheets A dead body, that's somethin' to see How I end up by myself after travelin' the world a hundred deep? I watched Bobby get shot in his face I seen Lil Kurt intestines fall straight out his waist These eyes, these skies Where the fuck do niggas go when we die? Walking through the grocery store the other day I ran into Taneisha, she was happy to see my face Let me tell you 'bout fate We was 16, tenth grade, murder was the case She was datin' Chico, we was at my grandmama place It was me, Taneisha, Chico, Dan, and Lil Trey We was drinkin', smokin', I fell asleep I woke up 'cause I heard Taneisha screamin', so I peeped In the bathroom door, Chico was just watchin' her While Dan and Lil Trey was climbin' on top of her So I went and grabbed my pop's gun And this the part of the story where you grow some nuts if you ain't got none I cocked that bitch, then I popped one Everybody froze, then the nigga Trey dropped, son I shot my own homie in the grapes, I just couldn't let T get raped Singing these Manchester City blues Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it's true

I see you in a lonely place How can you be so blind? You're still regretting the love you left-left behind Oh, darling I seen you go through the changes Sitting alone each night Are you expecting to find the love (Love-love-love-love) Used to sell it all night Virgil owe me a percentage of that Off-White Take a nigga bitch out of spite I'm every bitch type I'm on the block, Rolls truck sittin' nice Niggas still can't see me, I'm hidin' in plain sight Last 15 years of my life, I cut any hip-hop nigga fuckin' throat with this mic I hit the dealership and get them niggas right Before you cop it, you gotta ask "What's the price?" You in the club makin' toast to your life I'm in this Ghost gettin' throat at this light We ain't the same, nigga, your ticket's by the lights I'm wipin' sweat off my Fendi at this Pacquiao fight Niggas that I thought was, wasn't that nice If it's only hip-hop tell 'em, "Step in this light" (Light, light) Tell Cole "Step in this light" (Light, light) Tell Dot "Step in this light" (Light, light) Tell Drizzy "Step in this light" (Light, light) Travis Scott, step to the light (Light, light) 300 Bars was just an intro That was me in DJ Skee basement relaxed off indo You ain't even seen me off the 'Tron yet You ain't heard me on a county jail phone yet I ain't even set the tone yet Picture Wu-Tang mobbin' deep on a Nore-N-Capone set My diamonds offset Yeah, my Audemar wet It look like me, Nicki, and Cardi B havin' phone sex Who gon' flex? Who want next? How many niggas I done bodied and me and Hov ain't done a song yet And all you niggas cappin', actin' like you own jets Land it at Teterboro and bring that ass to Funk Flex Bring them Dracos, you been shootin' at niggas on texts All these threats, ain't even comfortable inside your own flesh Jimmy Iovine should have kept his advice Instead of tellin' niggas they could ever step in this light Tell Future "Step in this light" (Light, light) Tell Chance "Step in this light" (Light, light) Tell Sean "Step to this light" (Light, light) If it's only hip-hop, tell nigga, "Step in my light" (Light, light)

Gold and silver Is the autumn Soft and tender Are the skies Yes and no Are the answers Written in My true love's eyes Autumn's leaving And winter's coming I think that I'll be moving along I've got to leave her And find another I've got to sing my heart's True song Round and round The burning circle All the seasons One, two and three Autumn comes And then the winter Spring is born And Wanders free Gold and silver Bounds my heart on All too soon They'd fade and die And then I'd know There'd be no others Milk and honey Where they lie

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