[Intro] smalltown, not much to do but talk Nothing left to offer me, so I choose to walk Yo I left home, on a wing and prayer Tell mom I’ll see ya later, I just couldn’t stay there smalltown, so everyone knows your past Every street you turn, feeling like a ghost at your back So I chose to pack, still trying to do the right thing Yeah, trying to do the right thing [Verse 1] Let me tell you something that everybody know They got this saying how everybody go I’m a leave before I’m left behind, don’t question why Say you love me one more time, before I hit the road They said the world was small, I never believed them Asked me why I left, shit I have my reasons Had a couple demons, shoulda left in rearview mirrors Along with the past, that’s closer than it appears Momma holding back tears, my brother packs the truck up Starting my life over, hoping I’m not a fuck up I ain’t hedge no bets, if I fall there’s no net On I-90 West, trying to make a future, escape a past Got 5K in cash, hoping to make that shit last Even if I’m running out, ain’t no way I’m coming back Stay a little longer, just stay a little longer That’s what they say as they make this even harder [Hook] smalltown, not much to do but talk Nothing left to offer me, so I choose to walk Yo I left home, on a wing and prayer Tell mom I’ll see ya later, I just couldn’t stay there smalltown, so everyone knows your past Every street you turn, feeling like a ghost at your back So I chose to pack, still trying to do the right thing Yeah, trying to do the right thing [Verse 2] I got a wanderlust stay a little longer Jackson Browne Take the window seat, a lifestyle way past this town Red line, jackson bound, downtown Chi, where they ask about The kid and why he left his home and his mom with saddened frowns I plateaued, flattened out, a pitter patter, tapping sound Keep me up at night, came way too far, ain’t no backin down City moving faster now, every drink I’m blacking out Where’s the Black & Mild, I’m spazzing out, someone call a cab right now In the summertime weeds gone grow Any other time, we don’t know I did a double take, the ground would crumble or shake And every time we cross paths, I’ve got nothing to say She said moving to Chicago was oh, so predictable Funny how a couple words make me feel so miniscule Stay a little longer, just stay a little longer That’s what they say as they make this even harder [Hook] smalltown, not much to do but talk Nothing left to offer me, so I choose to walk Yo I left home, on something like a wing and prayer Tell mom I’ll see ya later, I just couldn’t stay there I’m from a smalltown, so everyone knows your past Every street you turn, feeling like a ghost at your back So I chose to pack, still trying to do the right thing Till to you get out there, ain’t no telling, what this life bring

[Verse 1] I just want a room with a view, a Bentley coupe My favorite rapper had one, now I gotta have that shit too Had that bad attitude, back when I was slacking in school Had a backpack with rap pads, that was all I wanted to do Let’s hope that opportunity knocks, like a bass drum Let’s hope we make something, out of ourselves Got out of that hell, but never forgot where we came from Still the same dumb, kid that would play one, Song on a loop, now I’m lost in the loop Just walking around like the boss of the town, yeah I’m that dude I can see the Seers Tower, I can see the Trump Tower I was on a drunk wondering how, yo I was so dumbfounded Am I wrong cuz I just want it all? Dating back to when I was small, I just wanna ball What’s that? That Rosé, what’s that, that Hov say? I ain’t tryin to survive I’m trying to live life To the limit and love it a lot, looking up to the sky Could be some troublesome times, buckle up for this ride For now, let’s just enjoy the vibe Summer time Chi, Lake Shore Drive [Verse 2] They ask me what I moved to Chicago for? When I was six years old I wanted to be a Chicago Bull I had hoop dreams, I had a hoopty I wanted to be like Mike, he had a few rings I was holed up in a small town in Ohio Before he left Cleveland, LeBron was my Idol 22 stuck on idle, confused where this life go Did the same thing, left my home for a rival Now I’m drunk in the back seat of a uber car Looking out the window, had dream of being a superstar I could go coup de tas over a beat stupid hard In a city with millions of people but I don't know they are Would you get a load of view? Drink it in, it always goes down smooth Sippin gin with vermouth, on some stranger’s roof Wrote this on the top floor, so you know it’s the truth