Chance The Rapper - Windows (Ft Alex Wiley & Akenya Seymour) | Текст песни

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• Chance The Rapper
• Windows (Ft Alex Wiley & Akenya Seymour)

[Verse1]
This is six blunt rotation music
This is just got off six month probation music
This is steppin' on the beach when you're too dunk to feel a beat
This that laughing in a condo, throwin' shit down in the street
This that shouts to the Ave
Shouts to the lab
Shouts to the clucks, shouts to the strags
This for every math class that I ever had
So fuck you if a I failed, and fuck you if I passed!
For shitty summers be a bummer in the past
Cause some of our teachers act as if summer was for class
Some of us ain't seeing summer, some of us have passed
Some of us ain't seeing summer, some of us have passed
So I'm just glad to say I'm sippin' rum up out a glass
Cause some of us is only sippin' some up off the grav
And heaven's gates look a lot like prison from the Ave
We on the ground yelling, "Get my nigga back!"

Hook:
And I just want roll, with my windows down
And I just want roll, with my windows down

[Verse 2] (Alex Wiley)
Another weekend full of blunts and brews
Too comfortable, yelling "Fuck a school"
Ain't seen the world before noon in like a month or two
Blunts to the face, bottles to the dome
Niggas never need no cup
Livin' out dreams, never givin' hopes up
Ridin' with them Vill niggas, never givin' no fucks
In the game tryna get our feel, tryna get a deal
Tryna get a million
Just ridin' around with my niggas and them
And (?) gave me real appeal
We go all out 'til we fall out
Niggas get called out then hauled out
With the windows down we like to smoke
Drink 'til we fall out, fuck is you tahm boy
The Village is my brothers
It's me, Mikey, Kembe trappin'
Hella love for Chance The Rapper
We know 10 Day is a classic, on God

(Hook)

[Verse 3]
This is for sand in my shoes
Shout out to Oak Street
For the free train rides
Shout out to (?) Street
To the ice cream man you just on hella dirt
How you don't see us can't hear us
You Helen Keller
But I'mma save my dollars for Mary Jane
And embellish her
Inhalin' her, Smellin' her, maybe sellin' her
You niggas got cold feet, shouts to Luke Elegar
But that's my nigga, my dude be droppin' hella verses
Shouts to D O C and new drive too
Man we out this jam, see how new guys do
But I still save money like a coupon
So you can catch me off of the Ave gettin' my stoop on

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