| This is steppin' on the beach
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| When you’re too drunk to feel a beat
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| This that laughing in a condo
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| Throwin' shit down in the street
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| This that shouts to the Ave, shouts to the lab
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| Shouts to the clucks, shouts to the strags
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| This for every math class that I ever had
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| So fuck you if I failed, and fuck you if I passed!
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| For shitty summaries and bummers in the past
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| 'Cause some of our teachers act as if summer was for class
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| Some of us is seein' summer, some of us have passed
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| Some of us ain’t seein' summer, some of us have passed
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| So I’m just glad to say I’m sippin' rum up out a glass
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| 'Cause some of us is only sippin' some up off the grav'
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| And heaven’s gates look a lot like prison from the Ave
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| We on the ground yelling, «Give my nigga back!»
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| And I just want to roll with my windows down
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| And I just want to roll with my windows down (With my windows down)
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| Another weekend full of blunts and brews
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| Too comfortable, yelling «Fuck a school»
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| Ain’t seen the world before noon in like a month or two
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| Blunts to the face, bottles to the dome
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| Niggas never need no cup
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| Livin' out dreams, never givin' hopes up
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| Ridin' with them Vill niggas, never givin' no fucks
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| In the game tryna get our feel, tryna get a deal
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| Tryna get a mill, tell 'em that
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| Just ridin' around with my niggas and them
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| Real white nigga man mean real appeal
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| We go all out 'til we fall out
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| Niggas get called out then hauled out
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| With the windows down we like to smoke all out
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| Drink 'til I fall out, fuck is you talkin' 'bout boy
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| The Village is my brothers
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| It’s me, Mikey, Kembe trappin'
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| Hella love for Chance The Rapper
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| We know 10 Day is a classic, on God
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| And I just want to roll with my windows down
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| And I just want to roll with my windows down
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| Uh, this is for sand in my shoes, shout out to Oak Street
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| For the free train rides, shout out to Polk Street
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| To the ice cream man you just on hella dirt
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| How you don’t see us can’t hear us, you Helen Keller?
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| But I’ma save my dollars for Mary Jane and embellish her
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| Inhalin' her, smellin' her, maybe sellin' her
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| You niggas got cold feet, shouts to Luke Helliker
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| But that’s my homie, my dude be droppin' hella verses
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| So, shouts to D.O.C. |
| and Nu Tribe too
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| Man we out this jam, see how new guys do
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| But its still save money like a coupon
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| So you can catch me off of the Ave gettin' my stoop on
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| And I just want to roll with my windows down, yeah
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| And I just want to roll with my windows down, yeah, oh, ooh, ha |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Windows , by - Chance The Rapper. Song from the album 10 Day, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп