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Kid Named Chicago

: And my eyes are so sore From staring in your deep blue eyes And I swear gonna save the day As we hesitate for long goodbyes No heavy breathing

: And don't strike the match As you call the ambulance Cause if we're not more than friends Then I can start this fire with my own two hands And watch

: This song is for winners This song is for winning field goal kickers And not for anyone like me Because leaving here means losing you And your only

I can get lost and sit back livin off endorsements I'm a pro, kid Why you actin like you don't really know, kid? Any records I broke it Through the fame

's members names, so a blank line Denotes a change in vocalist.... Yo nod What's up b-lo? Hey man, niggaz tryin' to stir up shit between amongst us And chicago

see I hold the crown ain?t no taken it from me I let my chain hang down from my neck to my tummy I got a pet pink poodle named FiFi I love taking

sweet thing no time to wonder ...over to...no...[black/that] corner...in [time?judge?angel?] what's your name what's your name what's your name what

?' If you're lookin for the money or the fame, the players and the rules ain't changed. you see we're trying to leave our name, see how we're turning

the millinum Are you ready? Then get the fuck up Where you at Jacksonville, Rochester, Louisville Columbia, Hartford, Milwaukee and Lewiston Maine? Where you at Providence, Nashville, Memphis, Lauderdale Portland, Orlando, Chicago