Chicago, I Love You
(Uh)
She got, good taste, put it in my face
Take it to the city fuck the rest of the state
She got, good taste, put it in my face
Take it to the city fuck the rest of the state
She got, good taste, put it in my face
Take it to the city fuck the rest of the state
I say, good taste, put it to my face
Take it to the city fuck the rest of the state
It's windy where I like
The music shit alive
55 minute drive down I-55
See me chase the sky
Turn my pain to pride
See me come alive
Record deals denied
I can feel the rise
Don't you hear the guys
Boy it's dinner time
Everybody eat tonight
Spark another one, pop another one
Spittin bubble gum, quit the cappin son
Get to stackin funds, take another puff
I could hack a lung, take another puff
Runnin to the sun, my path a loaded gun
Imma preach to myself like a bad nun
(Huh huh)
You on yo ass you don't do nun
Baby slide with a man if you got time
I'll be headed to the city make myself fly
You be lookin pretty like when the doves cry
Grab the tits, I mastered it, we smash real quick
I gotta dip and cop a zip
Pop my shit I'll drop my kids
On to ya lip, we blew the script
We make music
Lots to it, it is my wit
So itch the tick inside your brain
I'm king you bitch
She got good taste cop the grams by the dozen
Now we getting baked feel the city lights buzzin
She got, good taste, put it in my face
Take it to the city fuck the rest of the state
She got, good taste, put it in my face
Take it to the city fuck the rest of the state
She got, good taste, put it in my face
Take it to the city fuck the rest of the state
I say, good taste, put it to my face
Take it to the city fuck the rest of the state
(You know what, fuck you, FUCK YOU
Go ahead, leave me, leave Chicago
You wanna see the world so bad, fine
But your home will always be here with me
You belong with me
And don't come hit me up when you're some star or want me back
I love you, Chicago loves you)
Chi town so close yet so far
Lookin at it like a star like a piece of art
Crack knees lead to roses through the concrete
Don't wait, hesitate just to side down
Stay away from the place where they buy rounds
Light loud, hideout then drive down
Very exciting the opportunity
Different environment shit is new to me
Pushing boundaries raising the bar musically
People walking down the street flexing all they jewelry
See the fashion lookin unreal
Inspired me to up my game, got my one's here
One blue, one green, one black, and one teal
Silver piece on my neck, but my tongue steel
Like the great Capone when I'm tryna strike a deal
I ordered the steak sober, then I ate it stoned
I visit cuz I like the air of it
Hit up Wrigley Square with it
I was tired but I bared with it
And caught an Uber to Soldier Field
The special kind of feeling when you there, and you know it's real
(When you know it's real
When you know it's
When you know it's
When you know it's real)
See the
Sky scraped, brightened by all the flashing lights
I find faith in the makers and folks who had to fight
I'm on stage in Chicago I'm bout to grab the mic
In the city of magic it's been a magic night
(She got, good taste, put it in my face
Take it to the city fuck the rest of the state, she got)
She got, good taste, put it in my face
Take it to the city fuck the rest of the state
She got, good taste, put it in my face
Take it to the city fuck the rest of the state
She got, good taste, put it in my face
Take it to the city fuck the rest of the state
I say, good taste, put it to my face
Take it to the city fuck the rest of the state
She got, good taste, put it in my face
Take it to the city fuck the rest of the state
She got, good taste, put it in my face
Take it to the city fuck the rest of the state
She got, good taste, put it in my face
Take it to the city fuck the rest of the state
I say, good taste, put it to my face
Take it to the city fuck the rest of the state
It's windy where I like
The music shit alive
55 minute drive down I-55
See me chase the sky
Turn my pain to pride
See me come alive
Record deals denied
I can feel the rise
Don't you hear the guys
Boy it's dinner time
Everybody eat tonight
Spark another one, pop another one
Spittin bubble gum, quit the cappin son
Get to stackin funds, take another puff
I could hack a lung, take another puff
Runnin to the sun, my path a loaded gun
Imma preach to myself like a bad nun
(Huh huh)
You on yo ass you don't do nun
Baby slide with a man if you got time
I'll be headed to the city make myself fly
You be lookin pretty like when the doves cry
Grab the tits, I mastered it, we smash real quick
I gotta dip and cop a zip
Pop my shit I'll drop my kids
On to ya lip, we blew the script
We make music
Lots to it, it is my wit
So itch the tick inside your brain
I'm king you bitch
She got good taste cop the grams by the dozen
Now we getting baked feel the city lights buzzin
She got, good taste, put it in my face
Take it to the city fuck the rest of the state
She got, good taste, put it in my face
Take it to the city fuck the rest of the state
She got, good taste, put it in my face
Take it to the city fuck the rest of the state
I say, good taste, put it to my face
Take it to the city fuck the rest of the state
(You know what, fuck you, FUCK YOU
Go ahead, leave me, leave Chicago
You wanna see the world so bad, fine
But your home will always be here with me
You belong with me
And don't come hit me up when you're some star or want me back
I love you, Chicago loves you)
Chi town so close yet so far
Lookin at it like a star like a piece of art
Crack knees lead to roses through the concrete
Don't wait, hesitate just to side down
Stay away from the place where they buy rounds
Light loud, hideout then drive down
Very exciting the opportunity
Different environment shit is new to me
Pushing boundaries raising the bar musically
People walking down the street flexing all they jewelry
See the fashion lookin unreal
Inspired me to up my game, got my one's here
One blue, one green, one black, and one teal
Silver piece on my neck, but my tongue steel
Like the great Capone when I'm tryna strike a deal
I ordered the steak sober, then I ate it stoned
I visit cuz I like the air of it
Hit up Wrigley Square with it
I was tired but I bared with it
And caught an Uber to Soldier Field
The special kind of feeling when you there, and you know it's real
(When you know it's real
When you know it's
When you know it's
When you know it's real)
See the
Sky scraped, brightened by all the flashing lights
I find faith in the makers and folks who had to fight
I'm on stage in Chicago I'm bout to grab the mic
In the city of magic it's been a magic night
(She got, good taste, put it in my face
Take it to the city fuck the rest of the state, she got)
She got, good taste, put it in my face
Take it to the city fuck the rest of the state
She got, good taste, put it in my face
Take it to the city fuck the rest of the state
She got, good taste, put it in my face
Take it to the city fuck the rest of the state
I say, good taste, put it to my face
Take it to the city fuck the rest of the state
Credits
Writer(s): Jake Riefke
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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