| Ooh, ooh, ooh, incredible
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| My Lord, incredible
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| I believe
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| Socks on concrete, Jolly Rancher kids
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| I was talkin' back and now I gotta stay at grandma’s crib
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| Bunch of tank-top, nappy headed bike-stealin' Chatham boys
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| None of my niggas ain’t had no dad
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| None of my niggas ain’t have no choice
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| JJ, Mikey, Lil Derek and them
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| 79th Street was America then
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| Ice cream truck and the beauty supply
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| Blockbuster movies and Harold’s again
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| We were still catchin' lightnin' bugs when the plague hit the backyard
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| Had to come in at dark 'cause the big shorties act hard
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| Okay now, day camp at Grand Crossing
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| First day, niggas shootin'
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| Summer school get to losin' students
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| But the CPD getting new recruitment
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| Our summer don’t, our summer, our summer don’t get no shine no more
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| Our summer die, our summertime don’t got no time no more
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| 'Cause you’re my friend
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| Summer friends don’t stay
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| You’re my friend
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| Summer friends don’t stay, stay around
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| Summer friends, summer friends
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| You’re my friend
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| Summer friends don’t stay
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| Summer friends don’t stay, hey
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| Stay around here
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| Ooh, I used to kill 'em with the long hair
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| Mama hair salon doin' perms out the armchair
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| Dad was workin' late, he treat the crib like it’s a timeshare
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| I would mow some lawns, fold my ones like a lawn chair, hugh, hugh
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| Now I’m the same way, overtime all the time, every night, hey
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| Ready my blessin', now I’m ready how I wait
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| Never let a friendship get in my way
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| Never let a blog get in my way
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| Make the whole song do whatever I say
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| 79th, 79th, 79th, hey
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| 79th, 79th, 79th, hey
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| Some of my homegirls got lost in the paperwork
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| They was good friends but I faked the flirt
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| 'Cause if it ain’t work, can’t make it work
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| It’s been a minute since I called on a friend
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| Fucked up and fucked all my friends
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| 'Cause you’re my friend
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| All my friends
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| You’re my friend
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| All my—
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| Stick around
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| Summer friends, summer
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| You’re my friend
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| Summer friends don’t stick around
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| Stick around, yeah
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| And some of us
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| 79th, 79th, 79th, hey
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| 79th, 79th, 79th, hey
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| 79th, 79th, 79th, hey, hey, hey
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| You’re my friend
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| 79th, 79th, 79th, hey, 79th
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| So put your head on my shoulder
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| Citywide, citywide, citywide, hey
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| Citywide, citywide, citywide, hey
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| Citywide, citywide, citywide, hey
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| Citywide, citywide, citywide, hey
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| Citywide, citywide, citywide
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| Citywide, citywide, citywide
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| Citywide, citywide, citywide
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| Citywide, citywide, citywide
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| I will wait around for you
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| I will wait around for you
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| So lay your head on my table, lay your, lay your head on my table
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| May the Lord give your journey mercy
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| May you be successful, grant you favor
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| And bring you back safely, I love you
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| When I was so young before I could remember
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| I would always treat my gang like family members
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| Even when I changed, a nigga never changed up
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| I always bring my friends, my friends, my friends, my friends up
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| When I was so young before I could remember
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| I would always treat my gang like family members
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| Even when I changed, a nigga never changed up
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| I always bring my friends, my friends, my friends, my friends up |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Summer Friends, artist - Chance The Rapper. Album song Coloring Book, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп