Windows

[Produced by Apollo Brown]

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]

This is six blunt rotation music

This is just got off six-month probation music

This is steppin' on the beach

When you're too drunk to feel a beat

This that laughing in a condo

Throwin' shit down in the street

This that shouts to the Ave, shouts to the lab

Shouts to the clucks, shouts to the strags

This for every math class that I ever had

So fuck you if I failed, and fuck you if I passed

For shitty summaries and bummers in the past

'Cause some of our teachers act as if summer was for class

Some of us is seein' summer, some of us have passed

Some of us ain't seein' summer, some of us have passed

So I'm just glad to say I'm sippin' rum up out a glass

'Cause some of us is only sippin' some up off the grav'

And heaven's gates look a lot like prison from the Ave

We on the ground yelling, "Give my nigga back!"

[Chorus: Akenya Seymour & Chance the Rapper]

And I just want to roll with my windows down

And I just want to roll with my windows down (With my windows down)

[Verse 2: Alex Wiley]

Another weekend full of blunts and brews

Too comfortable, yelling "Fuck a school"

Ain't seen the world before noon in like a month or two

Blunts to the face, bottles to the dome

Niggas never need no cup

Livin' out dreams, never givin' hopes up

Ridin' with them Vill niggas, never givin' no fucks

In the game tryna get our feel, tryna get a deal

Tryna get a mill, tell 'em that

Just ridin' around with my niggas and them

Real white nigga man mean real appeal

We go all out 'til we fall out

Niggas get called out then hauled out

With the windows down we like to smoke all out

Drink 'til I fall out, fuck is you talkin' 'bout boy

The Village is my brothers

It's me, Mikey, Kembe trappin'

Hella love for Chance The Rapper

We know 10 Day is a classic, on God

[Chorus: Akenya Seymour & Chance The Rapper]

And I just want to roll with my windows down

And I just want to roll with my windows down

[Verse 3: Chance The Rapper]

Uh, this is for sand in my shoes, shout out to Oak Street

For the free train rides, shout out to Polk Street

To the ice cream man you just on hella dirt

How you don't see us can't hear us, you Helen Keller?

But I'ma save my dollars for Mary Jane and embellish her

Inhalin' her, smellin' her, maybe sellin' her

You niggas got cold feet, shouts to Luke Helliker

But that's my homie, my dude be droppin' hella verses

So, shouts to D.O.C. and Nu Tribe too

Man we out this jam, see how new guys do

But its still save money like a coupon

So you can catch me off of the Ave gettin' my stoop on

[Chorus: Akenya Seymour & Chance The Rapper]

And I just want to roll with my windows down, yeah

And I just want to roll with my windows down, yeah, oh, ooh, ha