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Your mistakes your merciless eye
Your Chicago manual of style
It only's got to go just as far as we let it go
So Carole let me know
So
Mind your step I keep the overhead low
Just the bed and the books and the rotary phone
Chicago Manual of Style keeps the prose right crisp
and Tastee Freeze
Take me back to Chicago
Cause hustlin's not my style
L.A. was just a bit too hard
I wish I could be a child
Livin' back in Chicago
Chicago style
He gets his shoes made in London
And they're real crocodile
But he plays trombone...Chicago style
And he sometimes plays sweet
Chicago style
He gets his shoes made in London
And they're real crocodile
But he plays trombone...Chicago style
And he sometimes plays sweet
Only the Bulls
Only the Bulls
Only the one and only Chicago Bulls
Only the Bulls
Only the one and only
Only the Bulls
Only the Bulls
Only the one
Chicago style
He gets his shoes made in London
And they're real crocodile
But he plays trombone...Chicago style
And he sometimes plays sweet
He was a
Sexy, hip-hop boy
From oh chicago way...
He had a
Hip-hop style
No one could take away...
He was the top man of his class.
But
and tastee freeze
Take me back to Chicago
'cause hustlin's not my style
L.a. was just a bit too hard
I wish I could be a child
Livin' back in Chicago, in
Willie the wimp was buried today
They laid him to rest in a special way
Sent him off in the finest style
That casket-mobile really drove 'em wild
Willie the Wimp was buried today
They laid him to rest in a special way
Sent him off in the finest style
That casket-mobile really drove 'em wild
Landing on a runway in Chicago
And I'm grounding all my dreams
Of ever really seeing California
'Cause I know what's in between
Is something
for a show?
Gonna rock you gonna roll you
Get you dancing in the aisles
Jazz you, razzmatazz you
With a little bit of style
C'mon let me entertain
for a show?
Gonna rock you gonna roll you
Get you dancing in the aisles
Jazz you, razzmatazz you
With a little bit of style
C'mon let me entertain
style
(pop style)
Turn my birthday into a lifestyle (lifestyle)
They like Pablo why are all the
Windows tinted on your Tahoe?
Why do you know every
the car around
It's- I swear he looked just like-
He definitely brought beards
For light-skinned niggas
Back in style and shit, like, hehehe
I said on my
was when mad was tall and phat was cold
The days of Old Chicago and Fun Town
As shorties we run 'round, play strike outs till sun down
But the shit
He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way
He had a boogie style that no one else could play
He was the top man at his craft
But then his
He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way
He had a boogie style that no one else could play
He was the top man at his craft
But then his
Chicago style to New York
And we travellin all over the world, peace
and tastee freeze
Take me back to Chicago
'cause hustlin's not my style
L.a. was just a bit too hard
I wish I could be a child
Livin' back in Chicago, in
He was a famous trumpet man
From old Chicago way
He had a boogie style
That no one else could play
He was the top man at his craft
But then his
He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way
He had a boogie style that no one else could play
He was the top man at his craft
But then his
自分にしかないオリジナリティ
I don't need no manual
This ain' no freekin'car
I'm on a mission of my own
This is my life style
いいとこだけ取り込んで消化
さらけ出す本当の姿
Keep ya style, freaky
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