Summer in Chicago, ayy, yeah
Only here about a day, yeah
Looking out the sunroof
I ain't really trippin', but I'm hoping that you come through, yeah
She told me that she tryna save up
Coming from Milwaukee, she gon' make her way up
Said she living single, she don't need no fake love
If we keep it honest we don't need a label
Love is everything and everything is love, yeah
Why the pressure when you focused and you young, yeah?
But I'm hoping that one day it could be something
She deserve 100 and these niggas give her nothing
Chicago Diner
Order what you want, ayy
Looking like you could be
Like you could be on the runway
You gon' wanna love somebody
Love somebody, someday
Cookies in the oven on a Sunday, yeah, yeah
This one for the shawty with the good hair
I hope that you having you a good year
I hope that you missing all the fuck shit
See you gettin' busy at the function
Get it, get it, get it, yeah
Get it, get it, get it, yeah
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, yeah
Summer in Chicago, ayy, yeah
I feel like we should slide away, yeah
Someone blowing up your phone
But trust that we are not the same, nah
Told me put a record on
Have you ever heard of Fela?
Crazy how we get along
I fuck with you the way you wake up
Chicago diner
Order what you want, ayy
Looking like you could be
Like you could be on the runway
You gon' wanna love somebody
Love somebody, someday
Cookies in the oven on a Sunday, yeah, yeah
This one for the shawty with the good hair
I hope that you having you a good year
I hope that you missing all the fuck shit
See you gettin' busy at the function
Get it, get it, get it, yeah
Get it, get it, get it, yeah
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, yeah
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