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, baby

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, babe

Ah, yeah, the way it comes to you, baby

You don't need to try at all

The way it comes to you, baby

Ah, yeah, the city moves through you, babe

Ah, yeah, the way it comes to you, baby

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 boot 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

Yeah, so we keep drowning



Ah, yeah, the city moves through you, babe

Ah, yeah, the way it comes to you, baby

You don't need to try at all

The way it comes to you, baby

Ah, yeah, the city moves through you, babe

Ah, yeah, the way it comes to you, baby

You don't need to try at all

The way it comes to you