Instrumentality, J-emcee, Chance The Rapper - Dear Chicago Summer lyrics
[Instrumentality, J-emcee, Chance The Rapper - Dear Chicago Summer lyrics]
Yo Java, we all praying for you my brother
This one's for you
Dear summer, what you been on with my friends
You a snake throwin' all types
Of salt in the plants
And every weekend it get a little worse
Thinking everybody's homies made him
Ride inside of hearses
Puttin faces on the bullets
And the six chambers but in our faces is the
Faces in the newspapers
You provide the summer nights
Drake provide the soundtrack
We provide the pockets and they
Heads make us bounce back
And you gotta answer soon
As the triggers call
Tired of posting "rest in peace"
On my niggas' walls
Too many cops with the aims on 'em
Too many spray painted t-shirts with
Little niggas names on 'em
And I'm sure that a little came from anger
But mostly cause niggas ain't
Afraid to up banger and maybe I need a
Geography class or something
But when did Chicago become a
Part of East Compton?
And when did Windy City mean
We'll blow you all away?
And when did throwing hands become
The hoish move to play?
Around the time when killing cops
Became the route to follow
And a bullet on your plate
Became the Taste of Chicago, uh!
But, you held it down for
My niggas this season
Cause everybody see 'em and out here chiefing
And we all got plug
But we don't really need 'em
Hamburger helper
Got the gloves if you beefin'
Put your weapons down
Drop 'em if you keep 'em
Throw them hands and I'll throw your
Mans in the deep end
Throw a party every week
And every single weekend
Summer's almost over but you
Do it kinda decent
And this one here is for the ave
And all my homies pouring memories out
Of caskets made of glass
Til we walk on streets completely made of OE
Shout out to North Ave and Oak Street
And Tinley park and Tuley park
And also Morgan Park
Chicago paints a picture that
Is more than art
We all fear for fall to have to show up
So summer lets us never have to grow up
Chicago summers
This one's for you
Dear summer, what you been on with my friends
You a snake throwin' all types
Of salt in the plants
And every weekend it get a little worse
Thinking everybody's homies made him
Ride inside of hearses
Puttin faces on the bullets
And the six chambers but in our faces is the
Faces in the newspapers
You provide the summer nights
Drake provide the soundtrack
We provide the pockets and they
Heads make us bounce back
And you gotta answer soon
As the triggers call
Tired of posting "rest in peace"
On my niggas' walls
Too many cops with the aims on 'em
Too many spray painted t-shirts with
Little niggas names on 'em
And I'm sure that a little came from anger
But mostly cause niggas ain't
Afraid to up banger and maybe I need a
Geography class or something
But when did Chicago become a
Part of East Compton?
And when did Windy City mean
We'll blow you all away?
And when did throwing hands become
The hoish move to play?
Around the time when killing cops
Became the route to follow
And a bullet on your plate
Became the Taste of Chicago, uh!
But, you held it down for
My niggas this season
Cause everybody see 'em and out here chiefing
And we all got plug
But we don't really need 'em
Hamburger helper
Got the gloves if you beefin'
Put your weapons down
Drop 'em if you keep 'em
Throw them hands and I'll throw your
Mans in the deep end
Throw a party every week
And every single weekend
Summer's almost over but you
Do it kinda decent
And this one here is for the ave
And all my homies pouring memories out
Of caskets made of glass
Til we walk on streets completely made of OE
Shout out to North Ave and Oak Street
And Tinley park and Tuley park
And also Morgan Park
Chicago paints a picture that
Is more than art
We all fear for fall to have to show up
So summer lets us never have to grow up
Chicago summers