| My baby mama went celibate
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| Lies on my breath, she say she couldn’t take the smell of it
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| Tired of the rumors, every room had an elephant
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| Tryna find her shoes, rummagin' through the skeletons
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| She took away sex, took me out of my element
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| I tried to do the single-dad mingle-dance
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| At the club with the iron in my wrinkled pants
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| You could fall much faster than you think you can
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| Big hands for my ring, I’ma need a Pringles can
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| I just want the shine back like a Eagles fan
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| My ego like «Ah damn, there he go
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| Prayin' again, again, the same ol' thang»
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| I mean, I ain’t gon' promise that the pain go away
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| And you can take your sweet time, but she ain’t gon' wait
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| 'Cause a new coat of paint don’t make the stain go away
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| But he go high (We love you, God)
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| And we go high
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| They go low, we go…
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| Higher, higher
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| My wife nanny like Fran Drescher
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| Three damn Grammys, my granny like, «No pressure»
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| So much style, my stylist got no dresser
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| Fuck goin' straight to the pros, I’m professor
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| Fuck bein' one of the G.O.A.T.s, I’m Gotenks
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| Tried to try that with my girl, she «No thanks»
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| Dropped the bomb, I couldn’t find a Tom Hanks
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| Got me pressed, tryin' to find a Von Frank
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| Who the fuck rocked the boat? |
| It’s gon' sank
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| Shootin' at me point blank with those blanks
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| They don’t take teenage angst at no banks
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| (We love you, God)
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| Tried some new hues like Langston gon' paint
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| You gotta come harder than that
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| Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
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| It’s two different things
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| It’s too bad, and it’s so sad
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| It’s too bad, and it’s so sad
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| It’s two things (We love you, God)
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| It’s too bad, and so sad
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| We give the glory to you, God
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| One livin' true God, he make us booyah
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| And throw up the Wu like U-God
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| They prop up statues and stones, try to make a new God
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| I don’t need a EGOT, as long as I got you, God
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| Deep breathe, the woosah
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| Pretty sure I need you in this season like a flu shot
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| I just sit and wait like I’m with Kirsten when she shoe shop
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| Know you always with me like how Diddy be with Blue Dot
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| Got us movin' 'round without the straps like a tube-top
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| Got me big comfy like Molly’s couch
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| Floatin' 'round the city like Malcolm X, Dali’d out
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| They highly doubt, I guarantee it
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| This the part of my life my lifetime movie prolly 'bout
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| When they come to jump a board, I won’t ollie out
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| I too was once a snotty nose with a potty mouth
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| One day you get 1 OAK, then poppied out
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| And poppin' out don’t seem as popular as just passin' out
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| When time get rationed out, you get rational
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| Folks become pageants inside the fashion house
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| They start to clash and you let 'em hash it out
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| But stay passive, so if they crash, you got a fastened belt (Huh)
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| Lord bless my lineage, let me be the skinniest
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| Let me get some time with him, let him know who Kenny is
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| Children born in one’s youth are like arrows in the hands of a warrior
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| Well, I got an extendo with a long nose like Phineas
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| Kids proud like Penny is
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| BeBe &CeCe, I need like 20 twins
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| Got her in my family like Indian
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| Feel it in your gut like when you uppercut Ballchinians
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| Speakin' of guts, hers pokin' out like Winnie in the red shirt
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| I don’t have to teach you a lecture about how sex works
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| I found out diamonds make pressure
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| I used to dive head first, just know I had to let go of the flesh first
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| It’s true, God, this union was for you, God
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| We standin' at the at the stoop, we want to make it to the rooftop
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| You told us bring some people through, we tried to bring a few, God
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| We tried to form a new bar, just tell us what to do, God |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We Go High , by - Chance The Rapper. Song from the album The Big Day, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп