Vic Mensa - THE TASTE (feat. BJ The Chicago Kid & Papi Beatz)

Lyrics

We looking for some weed
If there's some weed
Where is the motherfuckin' weed?
I'm from the motherfuckin' Chitown where the bodies
Period

'Cause you're sweeter than  lemonade
Right when the sun's 'bout to fade
We could make up at The Rink on 87th street
Maybe when times  couples escape
We could light up the night like it's the fourth of July
Let's go to Navy Pier
Bring me like  evеry time
Girl, I be 

You taste likе Chicago
Summertime, summertime, summertime, hey
Rollin' up something good, smokin' on, hey
You taste like Chicago
Summertime, summertime, summertime, hey
Them fours and fives 
 bank all day

Jukin' on the weekend, had me tweakin' in your
Yeah, we both is grown now but girl, I still bounce and break your bed
Basin' in a basement to the Chris Brown, let me take you down
My cousins is from Gary, we up early when they came in town
Get up for the city, just to get some ones we up at River Oaks
If a nigga got 
Movin' through the city like [CTA?]
 like GTA
Summertime, summertime, summertime, hey
Summertime, summertime, summertime, hey
When the streets lights come on will you run away with me?
And when we ride Lake Shore Drive, it feel like we on LSD

You taste like Chicago
Summertime, summertime, summertime, hey
Rollin' up something good, smokin' on, hey
You taste like Chicago
Summertime, summertime, summertime, hey
Them fours and fives 
bank all day

Bounce then break your back
Bounce then break your back
Bounce then break your back
You bounce so hard you break your back, girl
Bounce then break your back
Bounce then break your back
Bounce then break your back
You bounce so hard you break your back, girl
Bounce then break your back
Bounce then break your back
Bounce then break your back
You bounce so hard you break your back, girl
Bounce then break your back
Bounce then break your back
Bounce then break your back
You bounce so hard you break your back, girl

I need to know
I promise that
Baby, yeah