“Have a Dream in New Orleans, Fall in love in Chicago”
Why do I get the feeling this song is more about drugs? Hear me out here. The shiny shoes and everything around Mick shining indiscriminately? Check. That
stolen borrowed line about a New Orleans dream, and Chicago love? Then when all this “dreamy $hit” occurs (featuring a drive-by shooting harmoniously transitioning to a disco), all his home boys fall out and pass out… YEA…. that’s drugs, boys-n-girls…or love – both have unintended illusions and side-effects. SCARY $HIT!