Lyrics:
Small-talk shot dialogue push snooze
Defense mechon cause I got a lotta shoes (issues)
The moment got stolen by a lady in red
With a campaign slogan about
you get by?
I hope to study further,
A few more years or so. I also hope
To keep a steady high
Will you try to change
Things, use the power
you get by?
I hope to study further,
A few more years or so. I also hope
To keep a steady high
Will you try to change
Things, use the power
sah!
Though it once had a dreadful shower of rain
We who are blessed they just can't put us under
Martyrs golden text is bondage never again
If not by
Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling
The clever little glances she gives me can't help but be appealing
She loves to ride into
you get by?
I hope to study further,
A few more years or so. I also hope
To keep a steady high
Will you try to change
Things, use the power
steady, hold it steady
Over top one another:
All by myself/I can lift a car
All by myself/I can lift a car
I can lift a car up all by myself
Over
to find Miss Liza Belle and tell her
I'm just as blue as a man can be
Bluebird, if she's not at home
You needn't worry yourself by knockin' on the door
to find Miss Liza Belle and tell her
I'm just as blue as a man can be
Bluebird, if she's not at home
You needn't worry yourself by knockin' on the door
you by my side
I need money so much; I need money so bad
Spanish dialogue
What you gotta do to get ahead these days it seems
You gotta rock
Yeah, you can be my carry on,
You can be my carry on.
From New York to LA, Miami to Chicago
You can be my carry on and go wherever I go.
'Cause I know
of this mixtape as a fuck you letter
Rapper from Chicago
All the people I know
raise your fuckin eye brows
Surprised to see how I flow
Mira como hablo
Es un
You stupid ass motherfucking Bastards
Covered in plasma, plastered
Body's is what I'm after
Hollywood where the stars go
All the way to Chicago
Have fallen through the floor
And everybody's left you wanting more
I'll still be waiting
If word from you I hear
I'll meet you in Chicago at the end
wanna go home, back to Chicago, back to home
Back to Chicago, alone
What if it hurts?
What if it hurts?
But it feels so right by your side, maybe
The prodigal daughter is missing no more
But lost as ever still
Stranded on the sidewalk, in this city by the water
If neither coast will call you
of the Fair Hotel
At Wallace and 63rd
Chicago's crowds had known no fear
But I know what I heard
A frigid soul awaits
Within those twisted gates
Beneath
You've been working all weekend
I'll be coming home your way
Flying from Chicago to L.A
Late night, phone calls, long drives,
To spend the night with
takeoff
With the pigeons and the mourning doves
I'm flying over, the Chicago Mountains
High on your love
Neighborhood townships look like snow globe towns
and the stars
Overseen by the gods
FLOATING on the turnpike
Headed to the west coast
I'll be back Chicago
But I need some rest though
Gun violence all around
What
tomorrow
Now they hit me up, and I'm flying to Chicago
I'ma book a flight, feel like Booker in the Valley (Valley)
Then I'll switch it up, I might fly west
Orleans!
24 people shot this weekend in Chicago!
And Chicago is where we go in the latest installment of One Nation under firing
In depth investigation
coast, all the way to Maine
Bicoastal babe let's meet somewhere in the middle
Chicago's nice, Kansas City twice
But New Orleans it's where I wanna stay
So I was just cooling by the lake
Laid up under a tree
Phone in my hand just jotting some shit down
Some inspiration and I look over
And I saw you
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