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chance the rapper – windows lyrics

[verse 1: chance]
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 drunk to feel a beat
this that laughing in a condo, throwin’ sh-t 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 cl-ss that i ever had
so f-ck you if a i failed, and f-ck you if i p-ssed!
for sh-tty summaries and b-mmers in the past
cause some of our teachers act as if summer was for cl-ss
some of us is seeing summer, some of us have p-ssed
some of us ain’t seeing summer, some of us have p-ssed
so i’m just glad to say i’m sippin’ rum up out a gl-ss
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 n-gg- 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 “f-ck a school”
ain’t seen the world before noon in like a month or two
blunts to the face, bottles to the dome
n-gg-s never need no cup
livin’ out dreams, never givin’ hopes up
ridin’ with them vill n-gg-s, never givin’ no f-cks
in the game tryna get our feel, tryna get a deal
tryna get a million
just ridin’ around with my n-gg-s and them
real [?] n-gg- mean real appeal
we go all out ’til we fall out
n-gg-s get called out then hauled out
with the windows down we like to smoke
drink ’til we fall out, f-ck is you tahm boy
the village is my brothers
it’s me, mikey, kembe trappin’
h-lla love for chance the rapper
we know 10 day is a cl-ssic, 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 h-lla 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
inhalin’ her, smellin’ her, maybe sellin’ her
you n-gg-s got cold feet, shouts to luke elegar
but that’s my n-gg-, my dude be droppin’ h-lla 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

- chance the rapper lyrics

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