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• Artiste: Chance The Rapper
• Titre: Back To The Go
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I made a mistake, I lost a home Not like a mortgage but more like a foster home Supposed to be two parents, but now I'm across the globe and screaming across the phone A dog that just lost its bone I'm back at the bachelor pad Chicken scratch on the pad I got a fix for a itch and I be scratching it bad In the kitchen flippin' the script like a spatula ad Was packing my bags Once I unpack, I'm back in my bag Square one, ground zero The homeless hometown hero I was transient only in the family sense And in the past tense, maybe I was absent I stopped doing acid but I've been keeping tabs Since them London hoes with asses said that they love my accent No, I'm not demanding, baby, I was just asking Now I'm in the Raq, I used to be culde-saxon Not because they taxing, baby, it was an exit I fall on my face sometimes I look at myself, I cry sometimes I need a little space myself I pick up myself, I'm right sometimes Tell Mama I'm back in my room I'll be packing up soon, I just need to lay low Anyone asks if you seen me, say, "No" Been around the board, now I'm back to the Go I made paint from out the pain Sometimes you washed the stains out in the rain Some people pulled they fame from out the flames Me, I'm like Lorraine, I came from out the frame My memories photographic My slow dances was magic, my romances was tragic My real life feel like a still life Back on the canvas just to see what it feel like Pull counter, stiff right, nigga, no time to dodge Took some time pumping iron in my Mom's garage Then I'm back to the future, this a time machine Back on my feet, this a Thai massage Surprise, it's the boy from the premature burial Fresh off the boat with a story and a stereo You bound to see tears if you ball enough They say the harder you fall if you tall enough, and I fall I fall on my face sometimes I look at myself, I cry sometimes I need a little space myself I pick up myself, I'm right sometimes Tell Mama I'm back in my room I'll be packing up soon, I just need to lay low Anyone asks if you seen me, say, "No" Been around the board, now I'm back to the Go I was headstrong till I woke up, all the meds gone We was grown, acting childish, chasing the redbone Shit, I thought that wasn't no biggie, was dead wrong Now you picking up the crumbs once all of the bread gone Back at home where them Lords and folks etched in stone Gang bangin' till chief touched down like Pat Mahomes Trappin', Travis Kelce, playin' with heavy metal like a Black Sabbath LP And ain't no taxes on the wealthy I been eating vegetables more, broccoli, celery But therapy says my relationship is not as healthy Then we moved out that lil' apartment How I'm on Bel Air but we living in my parents' house like Will and Carlton? Still be arguin' 'bout some old shit, I'm sick of it I put you in Chanel, but you still trippin' off ridiculousness Moved you to the West Coast, it ain't about the money though 'Cause even Jeff Bezos's wife got up and left, yo I can't flex though, I'ma level with you like Dex, yo My communication abysmal like it was Pepto Blame it on the internet, techno like Depeche Mode Stole your heart like a klepto, baby, welcome to death row I fall on my face sometimes I look at myself, I cry sometimes I need a little space myself I pick up myself, I'm right sometimes Tell Mama I'm back in my room I'll be packing up soon, I just need to lay low Anyone asks if you seen me, say, "No" Been around the board, now I'm back to the Go