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sanghera – city of fields lyrics

[verse 1]
fresno, f-ck that sh-t n-gga
i’ma live life till i’m all past this
cause the concrete don’t move with the answers
money over everything, f-ck what they asking
i don’t want to live with no god d-mn pastor
preaching that we shoulda been a stain on a mattress
bullsh-t flames like it always ever lasting
and i’m keep driving till the pedal starts cramping
fields out here gonna put you to pasture
know you are and know where you planted
five story graves at the base of a mansion
i mean, all these people i got to fight one
all these reasons i got to like one
all this rubble just slipping off the soft side
mama said “son you can gotta to die once”
i’m gonna drive till the streets run out
with beats so alive i can feel the bounce
i’m addicted to the ride so i need the downs
i’m addicted to the – oh f-ck it i need to vomit
and i’m trying to live life but i’m losing pounds
think of home every night, my heels touch down
my wheels keep spinning, no sleep for now
and i can’t erase what i’m feeling now
but god d-mn can’t run from dna
can’t run for long from the place i’m raised
know i messed up in my native days
but i don’t need your sh-t and i hate this b-tch
so i rep pocket squares from my father in the harbor
as he washed on the sh0r-s, every dollar in his pocket
all he wanted was a hobby and a little bit of honor
no city hold me down, nah, nah that’s the motto

[bridge]
my cities not losing a good son, it’s not n-gga
my cities not losing a good son, it’s not n-gga

[chorus]
the cities not loosing a good son, oh not it’s not
no it’s not
sha sha sha sha sha sha sha
no it’s not
yah yah yah yah yah yah yah
no it’s not
yah yah yah yah yah yah yah
no it’s not
yah yah yah yah yah yah yah
no it’s not

[verse 2]
and i am flying and driving through the block
no one really knows me so i’m riding with no top
and i’m tired of sh-t so i’m trying to make it home
yeah i missed 10 calls i’ve been driving to long
but f-ck staying put i’ll be silencing calls
i’m driving through cities not ready for the fall
i’m on my suitcase case, case, case, case, case, ways
…i’m too enlightened
won’t see me on sight, i move in silence
got a fisk on my mind, i groove ignited
wanna drive, drive, drive, just cruise for miles
interstate 9, i’ma keep burning baby
concrete has alzheimer’s and uoeno it
with these degrees in chalk marks why e-n go there
cause i know nothing here ever changes
every iphone always seems like the same sh-t
another 5 more yet cracks in the pavement
from trailer parks to wanting to be famous
now they’d shoot me for a ring like a 45
all of these grips won’t let me hit 45
and every run to the market is a nose dive
member growing up thinking “this where home lies?”
no but it ain’t, it ain’t, we all on our own here
bunch of dumb kids all looking for our zone here
so much money i was baptized
gotta run before we’re capsized
yeah n0body winning just a lot of people losing
fields after field, you just can’t really loose em
but i’ll keep riding/climbing until i’m high from fresno
and if i make a cl-ssic i won’t die in fresno

[bridge]
my cities not losing a good son, it’s not n-gga
my cities not losing a good son, it’s not n-gga

- sanghera lyrics

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