Nathan Otto Waisath - Chica-Go

Take me back, to chicago

7th inning stretch
This ain't a game dog
Im fucking singing
Frank-ly no-way
Never take it back
Everything I'm saying
Life good nah?
Rewind running back
Check tape ma'
Emmitt feeling meaning
Pass past pa'
Meeting every morning
Backpack awe
My mind moving forward
Bags packed y'all

Take me back, take me back
Chicago
Take me back, take me back
Chicago
Take me back, Chicago

Time, run it back
To the grey Cadillac
I was just a kid with a ball
Messi
Its a messy problem to solve
Mercy
Murciélago, pray for chicago
One missing rose
Damn I miss my bros
But 5 months froze
Needed three sixty five
N.O.W. I'm making clothes

Take me back, take me back
Chicago
Take me back, take me back
Chicago

Take me back, Take me back

Take me back, Chicago
Take me back, take me back
Chicago
Take me back, take me back
Chicago

It's time for a Blue hat
Up in office
What's the Chance of a New Era
Cant take Off-white off us
All real art bear crosses
Crosses, crosses, crosses
Cuz' I could not stop
The starry nights
When the bottles pop
You ride shot
My drop-top
Should I stop
Over there
That sober T.H.O.T.
Come on baby
One more shot

Written by:
Nathan Waisath

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