This is a song about "A lake"

High: that's why they call us planes

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

I think of a beautiful image, like a sunset on a lake

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

From the lake to the blues every day life is

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

For the occasion, paper planes

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

Still like a lake water, while a child swims in the clear water

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

You flow like a lake im more like a tidal wave

Beautiful are thou, africa

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