"In Chicago" lyrics
Tobi Lou & FARADA Lyrics
"In Chicago"
It feel like I'm back (I'm back) (Mmm-hmm)
(It feel like) (Mmm-hmm) (Mmm, Mmm, Mmm)
(I'm back) (It feel like)
I'm back (Yeah) (I'm back)
It feel like (I'm back)
It feel like I'm back (Like I'm back)
It feel like I'm back
In Chicago (Yeah) (In Chicago)
In Chicago (Yeah) (In Chicago)
In Chicago (In Chicago)
It feel like I'm back (I'm back)
In Chicago (Yeah) (In Chicago)
In Chicago (Yeah) (In Chicago)
In Chicago (In Chicago)
45 I'm back (I'm back)
Red and the black (Might get me banned)
The leather is pat (Space Jam)
The weather is crack (The weather is crackin')
Tell 'em tell 'em I'm back (I'm back)
I Bubble the wrap (Bubble it)
A couple of plaques (Double it)
A little-known fact (Little known)
She put a bitch on the map
She made me adapt
She gave me a smack
She look like a snack (So I had to ask, like damn)
What you gon' do with all that?
Puttin it on the app
She send me an at (At me)
Like where are you at? (At me baby)
And you know when you comin' back? (Woo, yeah)
You know when you comin' back? (Yay) (Yeah)
Promise you still comin' back (Woo, yeah)
I'll be right there when you land (Midway, O'Hare)
It feel like I'm back
In Chicago (Yeah) (In Chicago)
In Chicago (Yeah) (In Chicago)
In Chicago (In Chicago)
It feel like I'm back (I'm back)
In Chicago (Yeah) (In Chicago)
In Chicago (Yeah) (In Chicago)
In Chicago (In Chicago)
45 I'm back (I'm back)
Red and the black (Might get me banned)
The leather is pat (Space Jam)
The weather is crack (The weather is crackin')
Tell 'em tell 'em I'm back (I'm back)
I Bubble the wrap ([?])
A couple of plaques (Stack it up)
But enough of the stats ([?])
She put a bitch on the map
A couple of racks
I came with a pack packy
They wanna attack (They wanna attack)
Well okay the weapon attached
Went high off the glass
I just got the vax (Yeah)
I still wore a mask (Yeah)
Please do not tell me relax
I'd like to begin with relax
(In- In Chicago, In- In Chicago) Bitch I'm in
(In Chicago) Mmm (In- In Chicago) Bitch I'm in
(In- In Chicago) Mmm (In- In Chicago) Bitch I'm in Chi-
(In Chicago) Yeah (In- In Chicago)
Bitch I'm in Chicago (In Chicago)
Order Giordanos (In Chicago)
Jukin' with a model (In Chicago)
We might make a baby (In Chicago)
Order one more bottle (In Chicago)
People keep on asking (In Chicago)
What you on tomorrow? (In Chicago)
I'm so sorry no more questions (In- In)
You have to hit lotto
Im going full throttle
Playin no auto
Whippin that shit
Like I hit a pothole
Feel like Steve Urkel
Damn, I'm at Harold's bumping G Herbo
(I'd like to begin with)
Hit 'em with that swervo (In- In Chicago)
I'm on Jose Cuervo (Jose)(Cuervo) (In- In Chicago)
Aye get him outta here (In Chicago)
I'll tell you when I had enough (In- In Chicago)
I'll tell you- I'll tell you when I've had enough (In- In Chicago, In- In Chicago)
(In- In Chicago)
I've had enough (In- In Chi- In Chi-)
It's beautiful, It's powerful
Yeah, you decent
You treated me, and I needed it
Parrish blue
A universe of light and shadow
And a similarly blue sky
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