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Chicago All The Years

end this way. All the years we wasted All the years we tried. All the restless hours. All the times we cried. All the years we gambled. All the years you lied. All

end this way. All the years we wasted All the years we tried. All the restless hours. All the times we cried. All the years we gambled. All the years you lied. All

Dear God, I pray, 4 all, my hatas all my hattas all my hattas all my hattas [x2] they hatten on me in I dont know why tryin 2 stop me tryna slow down

move forward We'll have to set up our own distribution, manufacturing Run a totally independent organization and operation We still got our connections in Texas, Miami, New York, Chicago

that's gold Platinum to go, yeah that's the flow All I, know, I got's the flow And I don't play 'coz I'm from Chicago And show you how to get this dough

go Coltrane's at the mother blues tonight, 63rd to southshore We're cruising in the Dyna-Flo Ain't no way they let us play but then they might Fourteen years

a box And leave no trail of this Now won't witness this and this is How's it's gonna fall All of y'all gonna battle Leave this life, all shells gon drop

show me you ain?t gon? act right And I?ll be pedaling backwards like a track bike She ain?t know the Casio cost a hundred It?s been two years since I done it, now all

Dear God, I pray, 4 all, my hatas all my hattas all my hattas all my hattas [x2] they hatten on me in I dont know why tryin 2 stop me tryna slow down