Ian Frequency - Chicago lyrics

[Verse 1: Ian Frequency] Chicago, Chicago Wherever I go you can follow Rest today and save tomorrow Swear my heart is very hollow Swear all these jokers is shallow When I pull up the cathedral Praying for hope and a decoy Really wanna be the boy Broken heart got a d-tour She playin’ with me like a toy f**in’ me up for the hell of it Fake f**s wearin’ counterfeit Forecast like a weather man Makin’ it rain for the hell of it Doin’ my thing for the hell of it Pull up and flex for the hell of it A, E, I, O, U Yeah you know that I’m a wise guy Posting up outside of Five Nights Told her look me in my eyes Tell me do you see the price? Can’t see me when I’m see-through Swerve a joker if I need to I’ma shoot it, I’ma swish Got nothing on my wrist But I’m still icy as hell When I pull out the hotel You hear me ringing the bells Trapped in my head like a cell You can hit me on the celly Instead of [?] I was [?] Don’t go for the dap, not your fella [Chorus: Ian Frequency] Ooh, you can only hear me when I go Windy in the city see me falling Underneath my skin, I see you crawling Heart is beating harder in the moment Really have depression I don’t show it Frozen broken focused, then I’m hopeless Ooh, Ooh You can only hear me when I go Windy in the city see me falling Underneath my skin, I see you crawling Heart is beating harder in the moment Really have depression I don’t show it Frozen broken focused, then I’m hopeless Ooh [Bridge: Ian Frequency] Chicago, Chicago Wherever I go you can follow Know I had to hit the high notes You can feel it in your eyelids I ain’t really with the violence Always sittin’ in the silence Now you see me ’cause I’m shining [Verse 2: Ian Frequency] Girl look at my face, you too serious The way you left me, had me furious Break my heart up with some shears Learn a way to face my fears Find a way to dissapear Watch out the car when I steer Drivin’ with tears in my eyes Sayin’ boys don’t cry This is my music, surprised? Fake f**ers, high five I ain’t f**ing with a lie Boutta change my name to Bobby Tarantino, yuh Homie you not my amigo, yuh Banana flows, they don’t appeal Don’t really care how you feel Know my heart is made of steel Wrap it up, put on a seal [Outro: Conrad II] Mom, mom So guess what What? Just take a guess You got signed What? How’d you guess it right the first time?