Lyrics:
In a barroom in Chicago somewhere after midnight
I'm sitting on a barstool drinking like a fish
And although I just met you I can tell by looking
Say Im not from Chicago
Still I bring the illest noise
Trapped out in the raq
I got stuck in Illinois
Im from out the Burgh
We wake up nd get
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
going up
In uh up in Harlem
Going on over in uh Chicago too man
Shit's crazy and you know when Hurricane
Katrina came through
In New Orleans they was glad
thoughts
Stuck having these suicidal thoughts
I'm here if you want to talk
Last night had a dream, ran up in the
Building with a semi-automatic call it
to the e-way
Or drive to Eastlake park by way of first avenue
Keep straight or go right
I chose to go straight
Go down by the lake
No traffic in sight
No cars
words, permeated with the magic no Johnson
Or Johnson
Pain seep my skin, fairer than the season autumn
Dropping scribbles in leaflets, letters to ones in
is when it benefit them guess my love just ain't enough,
They stuck in they childish ways im finna make me a play make sure my pockets fat enough,
My
course
He took a spoonful, soon was a corpse
She dumped him in the port with
The fish by the wharf
She told her cellmate his dick's like a dwarf
But she
the gangster
And oh kathleen johnson sweetheart
I'd like to thank you
Little hoes out there are getting stuck,
By niggas like me and we really don't give a fuck!
just L.A., but in the Bay and in Chicago and even St. Louis
Every stadium that I go, when will they change?
Stuck in the game like a dumb nigga
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck
traps nobodies
I'm from Chicago so it's in the fucking prophecy
I may get trapped but I escape no cap
Now I'm on the come up making moves and that's
fucked hoes, in Colorado
(In the Rockies!)
I done fucked hoes, in L.A. too
(Under the palm trees!)
I done fucked hoes, down in Chicago
(While it's
shootin' you
Niggas workin' out in them pens, stuck in they cubicles
Nigga, you killin' who? Street shit, me and Meek shit
Fuck with him, fuck around
was in the Winter, Ha, it was real cold
See quarterback was wack we had to kick that field goal
You know Chicago we go hard on the D and
This beat by
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck
die)
I swear to God
I'm the reincarnated Young Sinatra
Whipin' through Cabo in a Murcielago
Dodging paparazzi with the finest dime
I met in Chicago
in
Your camouflaging
Now you snitching on the squadron
That's something niggas can't pardon
City overrun by young gun with bad
Intention and Wu Wear
Listen
No love like I'm Wayne
But I make her think that I'm romantic
My bad b for being long I got stuck in traffic
Oh what a classic
New Merc whip black
the NARC sabotagin, slippin cracks in
Your camoflougin, now you snitchin on the squadron
That's somethin niggas can't pardon
City overrun by young gun
once was popular but you popped now
In a sense tho
You still cute, still funny, but lack the mental
Stuck up in the place where you grew up baby you're
animal
Yeah, Straight up out Chicago, Yeah thats the zoo
Yeah, Got to keep a pole, Got to keep a tool
Ou BackRoom,BackRoom, Ou BackRoom, Ou
I was in that
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