Windy City - Piano Version

These days it's hard to describe my living
It's hard to deny my feelings
I don't have no ceilings
No cap I don't have no fillings
This movie don't have no villains

We all saving the day
Touchdown with a flag on the play
It hurt more when it's yo first of the day
I'll be staying a while
Feel it all but I stay with a smile
Whoever thought when I would play as a child

I'd be one the biggest
I know niggas use to spin like a fidget
Hey mama on the screen like a widget
I'm impressing the critics
Bad bitches wanna shoot me the digits
This shit crazy like a room full of midgets

I be saying anything on these records
Cause I could say anything on these records
Bitch I make em and I own em
Even put my best friends on em
Need a couple M's if you want em

Straight up off the north end
Bitch I'm finna eat until the fork bend
Westside nigga with New York friends
Did it all indie
Didn't blow away when it got windy
Check the x-ray bitch it's in me
I don't really flex much but niggas still envy
Wanna fast forward my scene they wanna end me

Bro this and bro that
Now they wanna kin me
Finally made a comment
Now they wanna pin me

Did it all indie
Didn't blow away when it got windy
Check the x-ray bitch it's in me

Did it all indie
Didn't blow away when it got windy
Check the x-ray bitch it's in me



Credits
Writer(s): Simon Ajero, Larussell Thomas
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