Kota the friend - Chicago diner

Summer in Chicago
Aye, yah
Only here about a day
Aye, yah
Looking out the sunroof
I ain't really trippin' but
I'm hoping that you come through, yah
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
Why the pressure when you focused and you young
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, aye
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, get it, 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, aye, yah
I feel like we should slide away, yah
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, aye
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, get it, get it, get it, get it, yeah
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, yeah

Writers: Avery Jones

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