Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Windows, artist - Chance The Rapper. Album song 10 Day, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Chance the Rapper
Song language: English
Windows |
This is steppin' on the beach |
When you’re too drunk to feel a beat |
This that laughing in a condo |
Throwin' shit 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 class that I ever had |
So fuck you if I failed, and fuck you if I passed! |
For shitty summaries and bummers in the past |
'Cause some of our teachers act as if summer was for class |
Some of us is seein' summer, some of us have passed |
Some of us ain’t seein' summer, some of us have passed |
So I’m just glad to say I’m sippin' rum up out a glass |
'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, «Give my nigga back!» |
And I just want to roll with my windows down |
And I just want to roll with my windows down (With my windows down) |
Another weekend full of blunts and brews |
Too comfortable, yelling «Fuck a school» |
Ain’t seen the world before noon in like a month or two |
Blunts to the face, bottles to the dome |
Niggas never need no cup |
Livin' out dreams, never givin' hopes up |
Ridin' with them Vill niggas, never givin' no fucks |
In the game tryna get our feel, tryna get a deal |
Tryna get a mill, tell 'em that |
Just ridin' around with my niggas and them |
Real white nigga man mean real appeal |
We go all out 'til we fall out |
Niggas get called out then hauled out |
With the windows down we like to smoke all out |
Drink 'til I fall out, fuck is you talkin' 'bout boy |
The Village is my brothers |
It’s me, Mikey, Kembe trappin' |
Hella love for Chance The Rapper |
We know 10 Day is a classic, on God |
And I just want to roll with my windows down |
And I just want to roll with my windows down |
Uh, 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 hella dirt |
How you don’t see us can’t hear us, you Helen Keller? |
But I’ma save my dollars for Mary Jane and embellish her |
Inhalin' her, smellin' her, maybe sellin' her |
You niggas got cold feet, shouts to Luke Helliker |
But that’s my homie, my dude be droppin' hella verses |
So, shouts to D.O.C. |
and Nu Tribe too |
Man we out this jam, see how new guys do |
But its still save money like a coupon |
So you can catch me off of the Ave gettin' my stoop on |
And I just want to roll with my windows down, yeah |
And I just want to roll with my windows down, yeah, oh, ooh, ha |