Chance The Rapper - Windows Lyrics
feat. Akenya Seymour & Alex Wiley[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]This is six blunt rotation musicThis is just got off six month probation musicThis is steppin' on the beach when you're too drunk to feel a beatThis that laughing in a condo, throwin' shit down in the streetThis that shouts to the AveShouts to the labShouts to the clucks, shouts to the stragsThis for every math class that I ever hadSo ***** you if I failed, and ***** you if I passed!For shitty summaries and bummers in the pastCause some of our teachers act as if summer was for classSome of us is seeing summer, some of us have passedSome of us ain't seeing summer, some of us have passedSo I'm just glad to say I'm sippin' rum up out a glassCause some of us is only sippin' some up off the gravAnd heaven's gates look a lot like prison from the AveWe on the ground yelling, "Give my nigga back!"[Hook: Akenya Seymour]And I just want to roll with my windows downAnd I just want to roll with my windows down[Verse 2: Alex Wiley]Another weekend full of blunts and brewsToo comfortable, yelling "***** a school"Ain't seen the world before noon in like a month or twoBlunts to the face, bottles to the domeNiggas never need no cupLivin' out dreams, never givin' hopes upRidin' with them Vill niggas, never givin' no *****sIn the game tryna get our feel, tryna get a dealTryna get a millionJust ridin' around with my niggas and themReal white nigga man mean real appealWe go all out 'til we fall outNiggas get called out then hauled outWith the windows down we like to smoke all outDrink 'til I fall out, ***** is you tahm bout boyThe Village is my brothersIt's me, Mikey, Kembe trappin'Hella love for Chance The RapperWe know 10 Day is a classic, on God[Hook][Verse 3: Chance The Rapper]This is for sand in my shoesShout out to Oak StreetFor the free train ridesShout out to Polk StreetTo the ice cream man you just on hella dirtHow you don't see us can't hear usYou Helen KellerBut I'mma save my dollars for Mary JaneAnd embellish herInhalin' her, Smellin' her, maybe sellin' herYou niggas got cold feet, shouts to Luke HellikerBut that's my homie, my dude be droppin' hella versesShouts to D O C and Nu Tribe tooMan we out this jam, see how new guys doBut its still save money like a couponSo you can catch me off of the Ave gettin' my stoop on[Hook]
