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Chance The Rapper

Windows

 

Windows

(Album: 10 Day - 2012)


[Verse 1: Chance]
This is six blunt rotation music
This is just got off six month probation music
This is stepping on the beach when you're too drunk to feel a beat
This that laughing in a condo, throwing 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 summaries and bummers in the past
Cause some of our teachers act as if summer was for class
Some of us is 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 sipping rum up out a glass
Cause some of us is only sipping 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: 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
Living out dreams, never giving hopes up
Riding with them Vill niggas, never giving no fucks
In the game tryna get our feel, tryna get a deal
Tryna get a million
Just riding around with my niggas and them
Real [?] nigga mean 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 trapping
Hella love for Chance The Rapper
We know 10 Day is a classic, on God

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Chance]
This is for sand in my shoes
Shout out to Oak Street
For the free train rides
Shout out to Polk 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'm a save my dollars for Mary Jane
And embellish her
Inhaling her, Smelling her, maybe selling her
You niggas got cold feet, shouts to Luke Elegar
But that's my nigga, my dude be dropping 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 getting my stoop on

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