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Il Testo della della canzone Di: I Got You (Always and Forever) – Chance The Rapper

Five, six, seven
I got you, you’ve got me
I don’t care what people might say
I know you know
I’ve got you
Oh-oh-oh-oh

Do it for the 1-9 love, 1-9
For the 1-9, for the 1-9 love
Do it for the 1-9
We do it, we do it for the 1-9 love

Around the world, people tend to lend advice
We can’t blame them, it’s all just by design
Take it all with a grain of sand
Or leave it all up to me, I got you always

Always, always and forever
Always, always and forever
Always, always and forever
Always, always and forever
Always, always and forever
Always, always and forever
Always, always and forever
Always, always

We do it for the 1-9 love, 1-9
For the 1-9, for the 1-9 love
Do it for the 1-9
We do it, we do it for the 1-9 love
We do it for the 1-9
Ooh, I’ve got you, oh-oh-oh

Ayy, call me Young Mister, Mister Tongue Twister
Niggas couldn’t touch the flow if they was playing Twister, right
A minute of that, they turn to Sonny Liston, right
It’s funny, you’re pullin’ up, I’m gettin’ blisters
Ever since I kissed her
Everyone seem like they got something to say
Like the day after the big day
Is supposed to be super bad like we won’t stay
It’s supposed to be super scary like we don’t pray
We treat the bad advice like bad breath
Either give a compliment or couple mints, depends what we have left
Find the good news in the bad press
Tell ‘em break a leg like an actress, hit with a jab step
1-9 love, that’s forever, it’ll never stop
1-9 Love, that’s a record I’ll never drop, uh
1-9 love, that’s a one time love
That’s a one time, one time, every time it’ll be the
Lot of folks share they opinions
Same folks so easy offended
One thing I’ll always remember
They here today, but we’ll be together forever

Around the world, people tend to lend advice
We can’t blame them, it’s all just by design
Take it all with (Take it all with), a grain of sand
Or leave it all up to me (Leave it all up to me), I got you always

Always, always and forever, ever
Always, always and forever, ever
Always, always and forever, ever
Always, always and forever, ever
Always, always and forever, ever
Always, always and forever, ever
Always, always and forever, ever
Always, always (I got you, oh-oh-oh)

It’s been a minute, I’ve been messin’ with ya, I could never switch up
Turn my life around, I’m tryna go to Heaven with ya
I would sit there in the waiting room together with ya
Magazines, pat my jeans, have a beverage with ya
Count my blessings with ya
They prefer success less than when we stress, bet
Forget about all the drama and the comments they left
All rightly mine, the bottom line is right on top of they text
You gotta remember that thy enemy is not of the flesh
You gotta remember that our imagery is made from the best
So pray for the best
Hands high, got the guard up, caught the Hail Mary
Mary tossed the ‘Ville, moved to Fort Lauderdale
1-9 to 9-1, that’s the goal
9-1 dash, that’s the soul
Can’t keep track of lies that they told
So extra in the background, that’s they role, but
Lot of folks share they opinions
Same folks so easy offended
One thing I’ll always remember
They here today, but we’ll be together forever

Around the world, people tend to lend advice
We can’t blame them, it’s all just by design
Take it all with (Take it all with), a grain of sand
Or leave it all up to me, I got you always

Always, always and forever, ever
Always, always and forever, ever
Always, always and forever, ever
Always, always and forever, ever
Always, always and forever, ever
Always, always and forever, ever
Always, always and forever, ever
Always, always

I got you, you’ve got me
I don’t care what people might say
I know you know
I’ve got you always

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Il Testo della della canzone Di: We Go High – Chance The Rapper

Yeah
(We love you, we love, we love you, God)
(We lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-love you, God)
(We love you, love you, love you, God)
(We lo-lo-love you, we love you, God)
(We love you, God, we love you, God, we love you, God)

My baby mama went celibate
Lies on my breath, she say she couldn’t take the smell of it
Tired of the rumors, every room had an elephant
Tryna find her shoes, rummagin’ through the skeletons
She took away sex, took me out of my element
I tried to do the single-dad mingle-dance
At the club with the iron in my wrinkled pants
You could fall much faster than you think you can
Big hands for my ring, I’ma need a Pringles can
I just want the shine back like a Eagles fan
My ego like “Ah damn, there he go
Prayin’ again, again, the same ol’ thang”
I mean, I ain’t gon’ promise that the pain go away
And you can take your sweet time, but she ain’t gon’ wait
‘Cause a new coat of paint don’t make the stain go away
But he go high (We love you, God)
And we go high
They go low, we go…
Higher, higher

My wife nanny like Fran Drescher
Three damn Grammys, my granny like, “No pressure”
So much style, my stylist got no dresser
Fuck goin’ straight to the pros, I’m professor
Fuck bein’ one of the G.O.A.T.s, I’m Gotenks
Tried to try that with my girl, she “No thanks”
Dropped the bomb, I couldn’t find a Tom Hanks
Got me pressed, tryin’ to find a Von Frank
Who the fuck rocked the boat? It’s gon’ sank
Shootin’ at me point blank with those blanks
They don’t take teenage angst at no banks
(We love you, God)
Tried some new hues like Langston gon’ paint
You gotta come harder than that

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
It’s two different things
It’s too bad, and it’s so sad
It’s too bad, and it’s so sad
It’s two things (We love you, God)
It’s too bad, and so sad

We give the glory to you, God
One livin’ true God, he make us booyah
And throw up the Wu like U-God
They prop up statues and stones, try to make a new God
I don’t need a EGOT, as long as I got you, God
Deep breathe, the woosah
Pretty sure I need you in this season like a flu shot
I just sit and wait like I’m with Kirsten when she shoe shop
Know you always with me like how Diddy be with Blue Dot
Got us movin’ ‘round without the straps like a tube-top
Got me big comfy like Molly’s couch
Floatin’ ‘round the city like Malcolm X, Dali’d out
They highly doubt, I guarantee it
This the part of my life my lifetime movie prolly ‘bout
When they come to jump a board, I won’t ollie out
I too was once a snotty nose with a potty mouth
One day you get 1 OAK, then poppied out
And poppin’ out don’t seem as popular as just passin’ out
When time get rationed out, you get rational
Folks become pageants inside the fashion house
They start to clash and you let ‘em hash it out
But stay passive, so if they crash, you got a fastened belt (Huh)
Lord bless my lineage, let me be the skinniest
Let me get some time with him, let him know who Kenny is
Children born in one’s youth are like arrows in the hands of a warrior
Well, I got an extendo with a long nose like Phineas
Kids proud like Penny is
BeBe & CeCe, I need like 20 twins
Got her in my family like Indian
Feel it in your gut like when you uppercut Ballchinians
Speakin’ of guts, hers pokin’ out like Winnie in the red shirt
I don’t have to teach you a lecture about how sex works
I found out diamonds make pressure
I used to dive head first, just know I had to let go of the flesh first
It’s true, God, this union was for you, God
We standin’ at the at the stoop, we want to make it to the rooftop
You told us bring some people through, we tried to bring a few, God
We tried to form a new bar, just tell us what to do, God

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Il Testo della della canzone Di: Hot Shower – Chance The Rapper

Yup, yup, yerp
I think the smoke got me
Hey

I got muscles like Superman’s trainer (Ooh)
Real real rare like Super Saiyan manga
I jump stomp-stomp on Lucifer, Satan
Now I got a few rings on, Jupiter skating
I meant to say Saturn, switched up the pattern
Smoking on some shatter (Ooh), got me higher than a ladder (Ooh)
Thanks I’m flattered, my baby mama badder
You look like Mick Jagger, oops, the grease splattered
Ooh, ooh, hot, hot (Ooh)
Jumping out the grease
It’s a whole lotta degrees
‘Bout to come up out the fleece, fleece, fleece
Shh, I don’t wanna hear a peep (Skrr)
Tryna catch some sleep, tryna count some sheep

Hot damn, hot water, hot shower
Hotlanta, smoking green, cauliflower
Tangerine, yeah, I call her sweet and sour
And my lawyer say it’s urgent, I’ma call him in a hour

Dude, I just called the plug and his phone was unplugged
I was lookin’ at Doug like “Ooh, ooh, ooh”
Dude, that shit don’t even make no fucking sense
Like having fuckin’ arguments for payin’ 50 extra cents for barbecue
Saucing on the workers at McDonald’s
I don’t wanna sit and argue, Good Burger shoulda taught you
We all dudes
And I’m all professional and proper
But my baby mama stopped me in a meeting (Skrrt, skrrt)
Just to Airdrop me some nudes

Hot damn, hot water, hot shower
Hotlanta, smoking green, cauliflower (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Tangerine, yeah, I call her sweet and sour
And my lawyer say it’s urgent, I’ma call him in a hour

Yeah, hopped off the flight, Louis V, Off-White (Ooh)
I just met a doll bet she tryna spend the night
Heard they need more, yeah, my jeans Dior (Ooh)
Shawty got cake if you tryna eat more
Think they need more, I think they need more (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
This is a second run, I’m tryna speed more (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Going stupid, going crazy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Big gas in that Mercedes (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Pull up lit, going 30 (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pull up Vic, uh, in a hurry (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shoot your shot, flex a lot (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Big cheese, hella knots (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Chopped and screwed, Micheal Watts (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Point ‘em out, air ‘em out (Skrrt, skrrt)
Get me right, sippin’ Sprite (Skrrt, skrrt)
180, half pipe (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ooh

Hot damn, hot water, hot shower
Hotlanta, smoking green, cauliflower
Tangerine, yeah, I call her sweet and sour
And my lawyer say it’s urgent, I’ma call him in a hour

Got damn, think I got a new lawsuit, I need to come see you (What’s that?)
I got a new whip, you know what a car do, turn a bitch to a eater (Mmm, mmm)
She said we don’t got enough room to get freaky in here
‘cause it’s just a two seater (Okay, question)
Am I still considered a jerk if I get her a hoopty and buy me a Beamer? (Uh-uh)
I had a new case but the judge had to throw it out, my lawyer beat it like Tina
I always find a way to get ahead with my intelligence when they critique my demeanor (Ha)
Today I just signed to Republic (What else?)
And go get some head from a white man’s daughter
Her lips ain’t big but I’m loving it (Mwah)
I get in, fake ID, I’m McLovin’ it (Yuh)
Beat the BNT like the government (What?)
Except for the cops, mission impossible
Strapped with the Glock, Danny Gloverin’
Tip a hunnid if you let my cousin in
You know everybody my cousin (Cuz)
Oh yeah and I gotta be thuggin’ it
‘Cause my hair can get nappy as fuck
And wear jewelry and I got that chocolate coloring

Well at least, like you know, that’s what they make me feel like
Why they make you feel like that
I don’t know, I mean it’s America right?

Ooh, hot damn, hot water, hot shower
Hotlanta, smoking green, cauliflower (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Tangerine, yeah, I call her sweet and sour
And my lawyer say it’s urgent, I’ma call him in a hour

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M-M-M-Murda
Uh

I’m like oh my God, shawty tender like a strip (Strip)
I’m like oh my God, shawty came in with the drip (Okay)
I’m like her and her friend (Her friend), came for the show (Ooh)
Her and her friend came for the show, I’m like, um
Can you do it simple just like lemonade? (Ooh, lemonade)
Can you do it simple just like lemonade? (Yeah, lemonade)
Can you do it simple just like lemonade? (Ooh, lemonade)
Can you do it simple just like lemonade? (Yeah, dawg, ooh)

Used to carry all the groceries in in one trip (Hercules)
Simply Minute Maid, gone in one sip (Drip, drip, drip)
Too much dip on my chip (Hey)
Stiff arm a jit to get my lip balm (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Used to carry all the groceries in in one trip (Hercules)
Simply Minute Maid, gone in one sip (Drip, drip, drip)
Too much dip on my chip (Hey)
Stiff arm a jit to get my lip balm (Hey, hey)

Traffic, traffic, lookin’ for my chapstick
Big star, Patrick, haircut look like Brad Pitt
Five star hotel, doorman look like Braxton
Fancy carpet make her feel like J-
Make her feel like Jasmine
Make her feel like…
Make her feel like Jas’
Make me feel like I choose you like I’m Ash
Take me to the box, Bandicoot, let me crash
Ooh, make me sleep, make me dream, make me snore
Then wake me up, baby, I’ma need support
Thank you, Lord
‘Member eatin’ dinner, kitchen drawers full of sporks (Drip)
I was always one to try to go over my aunt’s (Yeah)
Sugar in the ‘frigerator right next to the ants (Ew)
I would make the Kool-Aid then go make a cooler dance (Yup)
Since I was a shorty, nigga, always wore the pants

I’m like oh my God, shawty tender like a strip (Strip)
I’m like oh my God, shawty came in with the drip (Okay)
I’m like her and her friend (Her friend), came for the show (Ooh)
Her and her friend came for the show, I’m like, um
Can you do it simple just like lemonade? (Ooh, lemonade)
Can you do it simple just like lemonade? (Yeah, lemonade)
Can you do it simple just like lemonade? (Ooh, lemonade)
Can you do it simple just like lemonade? (Yeah, dawg, ooh)

Put some water on the grass to make it grow (To make it grow)
I like her skin all black like a crow (Just like a crow)
I’m like, “Get it, please, baby, get it,” uh
I’m like, “Dip it, nacho chip it,” ayy
She like the club, but she don’t dance, though (But she don’t dance, though, okay)
I text her kitty and she text me back hello (Eww)
I’m like Simple Lemonade (Simple)
I’ma play my cards right, I ain’t talkin’ spades (Okay, okay)
They should be afraid
Money growin’ on the tree, it’s gon’ cause a shade (Ayy)
Please, can you hold on? Please, could you hold on? Ayy (Ayy, please can you? Please?)
‘Cause me and Chance ain’t gon’ take long (Grr, grr)
‘Cause me and Chance ain’t gon’ take long (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

Used to carry all the groceries in in one trip (Hercules)
Simply Minute Maid, gone in one sip (Drip, drip, drip)
Too much dip on my chip (Hey)
Stiff arm a jit to get my lip balm (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Used to carry all the groceries in in one trip (Hercules)
Simply Minute Maid, gone in one sip (Drip, drip, drip)
Too much dip on my chip (Hey)
Stiff arm a jit to get my lip balm (Hey, hey)

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What to get the man who has everything?
Tryna fit myself into a schedule and a wedding ring
Tryna eat everything
I was raised, it come across my plate then I better swing
Tryna turn confederate flags into confetti strings
I’m tryna back up my baby mama like Kevin Federline
Heard they got some nice-ass houses out there in Beverly
Never leave where I came from
I just need me some stockings and the chimney they could hang from
Photos so my kids can find out where they got their names from
Christmas cards so gorgeous other families wanna frame one
Real talk, I need a front yard, a backyard
A side yard, a side yard, inside bar, a dry bar
Nine cars and a garage, and it’s on hella acres
I’m tired of people visitin’, takin’ the elevator
Well, we’ll keep the elevator

Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you

Don’t gifts get re-wrapped?
That shit could get sticky like tree sap
I gave you free raps, that shit sound like free facts
Which is ‘bout as common as free Blacks
Stuck like freeze tag from one of these random police stops
Look like the treetops soon as the breeze stops
And once the debris drops, the streets 400 degrees hot
Please, man, we needin’ some freeze pops
What in the world for the man who has everything?
Man, West Chatham Park could use some better swings
Used to be disheveled, I went and shoveled everything
Tell Santa to show up to doors he never ring
He never ring

Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you
That’s all I ask
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you

That baby is a genius
Don’t teach him ‘bout Santa ‘til you teach him ‘bout Jesus
Don’t take him out the snow to try to take him on beaches
I swear it’s enough leisure in this world to get lost
What’s the point of gainin’ chicken if you lose all the sauce?
What’s the point of gainin’ chicken if it can’t get across?
Lost the cold hard cash, they said, “Damn, that boy soft”
Same niggas lost their souls in a fuckin’ coin toss
I guess I cleaned up, Santa don’t miss no names but I miss Fatimah
It’s been a minute since I’ve seen her
Them the type of things I hate to bring up, just like the prenup
That shit be see-through like John Cena, Aquafina
But like the Christmas tape there’s things that I gotta get clear
Like my papa ask the same question every year
“What to get for my boy who has everything?”
I said, “I’ll take anything but everything,” you know?

Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you

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I can’t believe it
Must be the luckiest guy alive
Somehow, I’m right
But we’re only gonna survive if we go crazy
Yeah the only way to survive is to go

Oh my God, think it’s the greatest day of my life
So glad you arrived
But the only way to survive is to go crazy
Yeah, the only way to survive is to go crazy

Oh my God, think it’s the greatest day of my life
So glad you arrived
But the only way to survive is to go crazy
Yeah, the only way to survive is to go crazy

Oh my God, think it’s the greatest day of my life
So glad you arrived
But the only way to survive is to go crazy
Yeah, the only way to survive…

Fuck money, shit, fuck, shit, tell ‘em, burn it
I don’t wanna, get it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
Fuck it
Yeah, uh, uh
Still wanna, drink it, fuck it, drink it, drink it, fuck it, shoot it
I don’t wanna, just get it, get it, get it, get it
(That shit is so hard)
Oh, Lord

Oh my god, think it’s the greatest day of my life (Oh, Lord)
So glad you arrived
But the only way to survive is to go crazy
Yeah, the only way to survive…

In a simulation
This is the only part I like
Or I might just be a molecule of Christ
Folding in a universe of dust and light
Or maybe we’re just molecules in the body of Christ

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Heard the stage calling in the distance

It was all us crammed in the house
Back when my dad was the man of the house
A lot of dads left, they abandoned the house
My dad Joe Jack start a band in the house
He said one friend, one friend in the house
Only one friend in the whole wide world
One day will come when you only have each other
Never give it up for a boy or a girl

We come in peace but we don’t come in pieces
We on some tag-team WWE shit
We look just alike, the prestige is so prestigious
The splitting image of Lupita standing on them beaches
Don’t tweak and don’t be facetious
Those shells’ll shred you to pieces
These niggas faking like demons
But I’ma send ‘em to Jesus (This is me and my bro)
Versus all of you heathens
They think I’m reading Ephesians
I have all these niggas hiding, avoiding meetings like vegans
I got the keys like I’m Keegan
I’ll line the trunk with the bleach
And I’ll leave you inside the freezer and let you chill for the weekend
But forget over the weekend and come back inside a month
And I throw you inside the trunk but it’s plastic so it ain’t leakin’
But we can be cool
We can be cool
Me and my brother
We can be cruel
Find your ass
Line your ass up
Go to work on ‘em

Hear the stage calling in the distance

It’s a lot more crammed in the house
Back when Chance was the man of the house
Baseball bats if they ran in the house
We from out south like birds in the clouds
When I was 11, heard my homie dad died
This shit deeper than music, I got PTS for life
So if you do production just make sure the drums right
The independent Bennetts will never need your advice
Our image won’t diminish ‘cause Charlie and Marley right
Me and Chano like Peschi and Robin’s life
A made man, we just makin’ the songs right
You just makin’ the song hype
I really snapped, the last time I rapped I was movin’ packs
In adolescence, seen ambulances, learned other lessons
Catchin’ blessings, overstretchin’ from first-hand impressions
Chano called my phone voicemail, hope he don’t get a message
Heard that I exit from my axis off that intersection
So if you say somethin’ ‘bout big bro, bitch, I’ma smack you reckless
We from down south, we bogus twice and we are not from Texas
One more rep, can’t run around strapped, so I walk around like pedestrian
Chi-town summer lookin’ like my numbers, and you know how I’m bomin’, ain’t checkin it
Called big bro, now we run it up, set it up, get it up, nigga, now let’s begin
OTF, free Durk and them
We was inside with a curfew then
What’s fire without earth and wind?
And what’s a fight when it’s worth the win? Yeah

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