Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Zanies and Fools, artist - Chance The Rapper. Album song The Big Day, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Chance the Rapper
Song language: English
Zanies and Fools |
Well we must be some zanies and fools |
To take a gamble on this love just like we do |
What a wonderfully crazy thing to do |
Love like mine that we were powerless to choose |
I’m so powerful every time I look at you |
No memory of anything I couldn’t do |
It’s possible, so possible |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Once upon a time I wasn’t sure of myself |
I would always claim I never had no help |
Look into the mirror, the most unfair of all |
Hit the Player’s Ball, it was unbearable |
Another big birthday, another milestone |
To make your birthstone feel like rhinestone |
The caterpillars that had burrowed inside my belly |
Started to flutter before I learned how to fly |
I had a bunch of midlife crisises 'fore I turned 25 |
The teachers put me in the back where I was learning to hide |
'Cause when the teachers call you special, that’s a perfect disguise |
I had to bury all the dancing that would burgeon inside |
I got quiet, thought the silence was the perfect reply |
I turn to Casper any time a nigga turn on the slide |
Until I turned up at the talent show, a permanent high |
I had Jesus behind the wheel before I learned how to drive |
'Cause it’s press |
It’s possible |
It’s possible |
It’s possible |
It’s possible |
It’s possible |
It’s possible |
It’s possible |
It’s possible |
Once upon a time, a lady who tried twice |
At being a good wife and giving a good life |
To both of her lil' girls with ballerina tights |
She called up the RE/MAX and opened her own site |
Clothes and open houses, hired her own type |
Alimony is phony, she paid for her own flights |
Crazy office parties, she’s throwin' 'em inside |
And my mama sealed my fate when she opened the invite |
The lady had a plan, she knew it all in advance |
The party was a good mixture of employees and friends |
She told the people comin' to make sure they bring their kids |
Yeah, bring some food, but just make sure you bring your kids |
After we arrived and after standing around |
The lady take the glass and told us gather around |
For a special performance from her daughters, she said it proud |
But tonight they not my daughters, tonight they Destiny’s Child |
Out from the back came three lil' survivors |
In formation, choreo tighter |
One on the left, I think I might like her |
One on the left, I think I might love her |
Lady just folds her arms, rubs her hands |
All of the lessons, learn how to dance |
All of these moments left up to chance |
Everything will go right as it can |
It’s possible |
It’s possible |
It’s possible |
(Vous allez à comprir, vous allez à comprir, allez) |
It’s possible (Tu ta grandé) |
It’s possible (Tu ta grandé) |
It’s possible |
It’s possible |
Once upon a time, I had carats supplied |
To a pair of fair rings I would share with the bride |
Every kiss begins with clear cut clarity sides |
They were forever, but marriage had an apparent decline |
Now we live in fear of doin' what our parents was tryin' |
So every Rapunzel don’t got the kind of hair you can climb |
Every since they lost a slipper, every pair that they find |
They say these boots were made for dancing like Mary J. Blige |
We live a life apart, life so hard |
Life’ll never really end up like the start |
We learn together how the back door feels |
And we was jumping over brooms in tobacco fields |
We was the same, all black folks still |
Until the white man found out black votes steal elections |
So they legitimized us, but behind us |
It’s still black folks at the back door still |
For every small increment liberated, our women waited |
And all they privacy been invaded |
Almost every trade I got through the slave owner |
Dark skin, brown, nose round, but the Bennett made it |
Now I wanna give it to her, Sierra Leone, serenade |
Sometimes love come with it’s own barricade |
Sometimes love just gotta hold, marinate |
Let it hold, let it wait, here it go, here it go |
It’s possible (It's possible) |
It’s possible (It's possible) |
(Vous allez à comprir, vous allez à comprir, allez) |
It’s possible (Tu ta grandé) |
It’s possible (Tu ta grandé) |
It’s possible |
It’s possible |
Ayy, yo |
Once upon a time, a girl from Trinidad |
Had to fly to Canada and sneak into the land |
Of the free and of the brave, feet under the sand |
And I came in realizing nothing free in the land |
Dreams of making money, had to split it with Sam |
All that Making the Band, yeah, I could’ve did it, but damn |
Had to really be on the come-up, had to stick to the plan |
Went from rockin' with Fendi, now Fendi know I’m a brand |
That’s how God do, I’m in your top two |
And I ain’t number two, conquered rap, then the pop too |
You gon' stop who? |
Get off cock, dude |
This itty bitty piggy giving bitches what they bop to |
I met my husband when I was 17 out in Queens |
If you love it, let it go, now I know what that means |
While he was up North for a body |
I bodied everybody and got known for my body |
My nigga home now, he the Clyde to my Bonnie |
'Bout to walk down the aisle and be a mommy |
Ooh, I remember when I cried like, «Why me?» |
Now I wouldn’t exchange my life for Armani |
Sometimes I feel like I’m dreaming and then it hits me |
Gotta remember who I am when it slips me |
Kids running up to the car yelling, «Nicki» |
All my bad bitches, I know that y’all with me |
Fuck they thought was sittin' in my seat? |
Got a big bowl of ice cream sitting in my Jeep |
Got some felons that’ll put you on ice, so don’t sleep |
'Bout to dead this whole beat for rocks and gold teeth |
It’s possible, it’s possible |
It’s possible to me |