[Verse 1: Chance]
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This is six blunt rotation music
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This is just got off six month probation music
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This is steppin' on the beach when you're too drunk to feel a beat
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This that laughing in a condo, throwin' shit down in the street
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This that shouts to the Ave
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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 a 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 seeing summer, some of us have passed
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Some of us ain't seeing 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, "Get my nigga back!"
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[Hook:]
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And I just want roll, with my windows down
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And I just want roll, with my windows down
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[Verse 2: Wiley]
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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 million
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Just ridin' around with my niggas and them
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Real [?] nigga 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
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Drink 'til we fall out, fuck is you tahm 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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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Chance]
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This is for sand in my shoes
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Shout out to Oak Street
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For the free train rides
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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
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You Helen Keller
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But I'm a save my dollars for Mary Jane
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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 Elegar
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But that's my nigga, my dude be droppin' hella verses
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Shouts to D O C and new drive too
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Man we out this jam, see how new guys do
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But I 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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Windows
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| Chance The Rapper |
