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Il Testo della della canzone Di: Photo Ops (Skit) – Chance The Rapper

( Do somethin’)
Pussy  ass nigga
You watch out
Oh, yo, yo
Ayy,  ayy, ayy, ayy
Let  me in, in, in

Ah yeah, woo
Y’all  look great
Why y’all stop?
Don’t quit on the count of me
This picture be developed in two or three minutes
Go  ahead, you got your shirt all wrinkled
And you… your eye is fucked up, damn
I guess I should’ve seen this comin’ but I
This isn’t how I pictured this day
You boys sure love to fight, all the time
All you do is fight, fight, fight
What you fighting over now? Money? (Man I…)
Shut up, ain’t nobody ask you nothin’, fat boy
Goodness
These two are brothers, you’re family
This isn’t what family looks like
Now, I came here to get a photo of my boys on their big day
Now, we could wait for this picture to develop and remember today looking like this
Or, we can go out and try this again
Go fix yourselves up
Fat boy, move in, somebody can try to put their arm around you
Come on… everyone…

(Come on, man)

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Il Testo della della canzone Di: Eternal – Chance The Rapper

Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, gotta throw it down

Side chicks can’t dance like this, uh
Side niggas can’t dance like this, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Side niggas can’t step like this, uh-uh
Side niggas can’t stamp like this, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (You know what time it is)

What you know about this? This before your time
I used to two-step in the 019
I always been fine, this is not new wine
I just happened to find a way to live my whole life in my prime
Side niggas don’t look this good, can’t cook this good
Can’t fuck this good, can’t get right
You send him to the store and forget that he left
You send me to the store, I come back with a chef
I’ll come back out of breath
While your side nigga sittin’ at the club with a booty on his chin like a cleft
I don’t never want two that’s the same as the next
I made the three more famous than Steph
No cap, that’s a roundhouse kick to a Jameson’s neck
I got a Jada Pinkett keeping sure my shame is in check
Cross-legged in the dojo, my master, mentor
Side chicks can’t take out splinters
Side chicks make they Kool-Aid with Splenda
Side chicks can’t come to Auntie Linda’s house
They gon’ send ‘em off, they gon’ send ‘em out
To find more things that they hid in the couch
Don’t you know that side niggas can’t cop no Tesla?
Pull up in a ring like wrestlers
Pop out at the soccer game with the VVS’s and a bunch of snacks
Model X Falcon, backseat, doing jumping jacks
20-1-9, I want it one of a kind
2020, I’ma be ahead of my time
Twenty thousand leagues, the biggest fish in the pond
But you never go fishing, it’s something you’ll never find

We can be (Eternal), eternal (Forever and ever)
We can be (Eternal), eternal (Eternal, baby, we can be eternal, baby)

I know some shawties that’ll blast for me over blasphemy
And throw that ass for me, show my last to sleep
Huh, slow motion so I had to see
Before you start, fill my glass, wipe my glasses
I love her passion, ooh (Sweet)
I drunk my passionfruit (Sweet)
I’m runnin’ through your organs like when I pass the hoop
I wanna pass the ball, I don’t pass the ball
I’m Kobe, baby, I ate it up
I ain’t ate all month, you lookin’ like a plate of lunch
Sentiment was edgy if she let her get stoned
Almost fell in love, I hurt my heart from these songs
Terminally known, she can feel it in the stones
Huh, now she giving me ultimatums
I told her I hate tomatoes, some chances, I gotta take ‘em
I can’t see for the life of me
Why all these hoes like me when I got wifey
Side chicks can’t do flat twists
Bet a dollar you could buy me a Brisk (Yeah, yeah)
Side chicks can’t cook no grits
Grits, nigga, grits

We can be (Eternal), eternal (Forever and ever)
We can be (Eternal), eternal (Eternal, baby, we can be eternal, baby)

Side chicks can’t dance like this, uh
Side niggas can’t dance like this, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Side niggas can’t step like this, uh-uh
Side niggas can’t stamp like this, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh yeahOh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, gotta throw it down

Side chicks can’t dance like this, uh
Side niggas can’t dance like this, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Side niggas can’t step like this, uh-uh
Side niggas can’t stamp like this, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (You know what time it is)

What you know about this? This before your time
I used to two-step in the 019
I always been fine, this is not new wine
I just happened to find a way to live my whole life in my prime
Side niggas don’t look this good, can’t cook this good
Can’t fuck this good, can’t get right
You send him to the store and forget that he left
You send me to the store, I come back with a chef
I’ll come back out of breath
While your side nigga sittin’ at the club with a booty on his chin like a cleft
I don’t never want two that’s the same as the next
I made the three more famous than Steph
No cap, that’s a roundhouse kick to a Jameson’s neck
I got a Jada Pinkett keeping sure my shame is in check
Cross-legged in the dojo, my master, mentor
Side chicks can’t take out splinters
Side chicks make they Kool-Aid with Splenda
Side chicks can’t come to Auntie Linda’s house
They gon’ send ‘em off, they gon’ send ‘em out
To find more things that they hid in the couch
Don’t you know that side niggas can’t cop no Tesla?
Pull up in a ring like wrestlers
Pop out at the soccer game with the VVS’s and a bunch of snacks
Model X Falcon, backseat, doing jumping jacks
20-1-9, I want it one of a kind
2020, I’ma be ahead of my time
Twenty thousand leagues, the biggest fish in the pond
But you never go fishing, it’s something you’ll never find

We can be (Eternal), eternal (Forever and ever)
We can be (Eternal), eternal (Eternal, baby, we can be eternal, baby)

I know some shawties that’ll blast for me over blasphemy
And throw that ass for me, show my last to sleep
Huh, slow motion so I had to see
Before you start, fill my glass, wipe my glasses
I love her passion, ooh (Sweet)
I drunk my passionfruit (Sweet)
I’m runnin’ through your organs like when I pass the hoop
I wanna pass the ball, I don’t pass the ball
I’m Kobe, baby, I ate it up
I ain’t ate all month, you lookin’ like a plate of lunch
Sentiment was edgy if she let her get stoned
Almost fell in love, I hurt my heart from these songs
Terminally known, she can feel it in the stones
Huh, now she giving me ultimatums
I told her I hate tomatoes, some chances, I gotta take ‘em
I can’t see for the life of me
Why all these hoes like me when I got wifey
Side chicks can’t do flat twists
Bet a dollar you could buy me a Brisk (Yeah, yeah)
Side chicks can’t cook no grits
Grits, nigga, grits

We can be (Eternal), eternal (Forever and ever)
We can be (Eternal), eternal (Eternal, baby, we can be eternal, baby)

Side chicks can’t dance like this, uh
Side niggas can’t dance like this, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Side niggas can’t step like this, uh-uh
Side niggas can’t stamp like this, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh yeah

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Il Testo della della canzone Di: Do You Remember – Chance The Rapper

Do you remember how when you were younger
The  summers all lasted forever?
Days  disappeared into months, into years
Hold that feeling forever

I remember the summer Lil’ Chano got ahold of his household
The  same summer that widowed Gwyneth Paltrow
Back  when I could trust in my dogs like Balto
My family The Sopranos these niggas is altos
First  album, every track could be the outro
Velcro to shelltoes, things that we will outgrow
Used to rock South Pole, summers taking the 6 bus to South Shore
Never sold out but now we out-sold
That  was the summer I learned to love the great outdoors
Learned you get the fans if you can’t keep yo’ mouth closed
That summer left a couple Marx like Groucho
That halo can turn hollow, depending how low
That summer left a couple tan lines
I love my city they let me cut the line on the Dan Ryan
They walk on eggshells and landmines
They communicate with handsigns

Do you remember how when you were younger
The summers all lasted forever?
Days disappear into months, into years
Hold that feeling forever
Do you remember how when you were younger
The summers all lasted forever?
Days disappear into months, into years
Hold that feeling forever

I remember the last summer of the teens
I can’t recall too many summers in between
Will Smith, Genie, Donald Glover, Lion King
My daughter on the swing like the 2017 Cubs
My daughter mother double-ringed up
Finger look like jean cuffs, or two lean cups
Used to have obsession with the 27 club
Now I’m turning 27 wanna make it to the 2070 club
Put the 27s down, Lord, give me a clean lung
Took the ring out the box I know this ain’t no pre-fluff
This story arc so sharp that it made the streets flood
This the type of covenant you keep love, deep love

Do you remember how when you were younger
The summers all lasted forever?
Days disappear into months, into years
Hold that feeling forever

Do you remember how when you were younger
The summers all lasted forever? (Summer everlasting)
Days disappear into months, into years
Hold that feeling forever

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Il Testo della della canzone Di: All Day Long – Chance The Rapper

Yup
And we back (Igh)
Na-na-na (Igh)

If you blink you might miss it
You gotta click it or ticket
You gotta go get to gettin’ before it’s gone
End it quickly as it begun
Life is short as a midget, but mine’s a little LeBron
Been a minute‚ since Eminem was a blonde
I need a peace prize‚ mom‚ invented the bomb
A nigga wanted more, I would only sit on the lawn
A nigga up next like Charlize scented colognes
I’m ‘bout to book a show at the Dimmsdale Dimmadome
I still could hit up Sony today and get a loan
And shout out to Miss Sylvia Rhone, we get along
But that boy advance gotta be bigger than Diddy Kong
I need stock and it gotta be Pippy Long
Can’t stop‚ won’t stop boppin’ like Diddy’s song
My next tour, it got eight legs like daddy long
I’m ‘bout to have two kids that like daddy’s song

We can’t be out here pleasin’ everybody (Oh, I…)
We know who we are (Oh‚ yeah)
And if you with me, then I’m with you darlin’ (Yeah)
Baby, all day long (Come on, come on)
Baby, all day long (Oh, I…)
Baby, all day long (Yeah)
Baby, all day long
This is, this is the day
Took it the scenic route, but this is the way
That’s old news, baby, this is today
They gon’ miss us today, you a missus today
This is, this is the day
Took it the scenic route, but this is the way
That’s old news, baby, this is today
They gon’ miss us today, you a missus today

Backyard blasted, dance ‘til it’s grassless
Patio glass, the mazel tov cocktails
Bomb, b-bombastic, used to drop acid
Marley come soon, I only drop classics
Everyone ask when that heat gon’ drop
When that knee gon’ drop, when is he gon’ pop
The question we all got, ‘cause this could be our block
You’re livin’ in a glass house, we can see y’all clocks
But I can see you from the other side, see y’all rocks
And we could’ve been Magneto, if you see our locks
But we share with the world, not just fans
Come out clean lookin’ like we jumped the broom and the dustpan
So now we’re scared and we actin’ out
Dame Dash champagne, in the back a towel
Now I’m back in my bag and the cat is out
Burn a hole in my pocket like a Black & Mild (Ah)

We can’t be out here pleasin’ everybody (Oh, I…)
I know, you know, we know just who we are (Oh, yeah)
And if you with me, then I’m with you darlin’ (Oh, baby)
Baby, all day long (Come on, come on)
Baby, all day long (Oh, I…)
Baby, all day long (Yeah)
Baby, all day long (Oh, I…)

Hey, we made it, we made it
I’m feelin’ grateful
I’m here with my favorite
Oh God, I’m thankful
Our song and we played it
So good, we played it (Yeah)
I just wanted to keep on playin’ (Hey)
We made it, we made it
I’m feelin’ grateful
I’m here with my favorite
Oh God, I’m thankful
Our song and we played it
So good, we played it (Yeah)

Baby, all day long (Come on, come on)
Baby, all day long (Oh, I…)
Baby, all day long (Yeah)
Baby, all day long
Baby, all day long

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Il Testo della della canzone Di: Big Fish – Chance The Rapper

Uh

Birdman handrub
This shit fit me like a damn glove
Shit cleaner than a hand scrub
Feel better than DJ Khaled fan love
This the rock that gave pride to a man cub
Ain’t no love in hip-hop
There ain’t no keepin’ up with the Bennetts
Ain’t no diamonds in the chain but it’s in the pendant
I only own fishbowls, but my rentals tinted
You know I’m used to movin’ units like rental tenant
Real lieutenant, God’s army
He like a doctor, he’ll never let me shot harm me
I’m a force in the field, I never take damage
I create panic ‘cause niggas wanna act fake satanic
And the labels get straight frantic
Their boiler rooms look like eight Channing Tatum’s and a Peyton Manning
And they all been married
They celebrate anniversaries and nurseries and try to play Santa
But they don’t sell marriage no more
Guess bein’ all alone ain’t so scary no more (Guess not)
Guess our lives ain’t for sharin’ no more
Guess the tale can’t end like a fairy no more, but…

I swear my story just like big fish
I’ve seen hoes, I was always just like “Which? Which?”
One day, big catch, hit the bait and switch switch
I was on the line, I became the big fish, yeah
I swear my story just like big fish
I’ve seen hoes, I was always just like “Which? Which?”
One day, big catch, hit the bait and switch switch (Uh)
I was on the line, I became the big fish, yeah

Anything is possible if Gucci can do it (It’s Gucci)
Tractor trailer full of kush, bet Gucci could move it
Used to drive a Buick, now a Rolls Royce (Right)
I’m the young hoes’ choice that make the old hoes moist
All these niggas separate all the men from the boys
All these wars I went through, felt like soldier deployed
I’m the trap god but I give the glory to God
It’s a knife on my K and my tongue is a sword
I’m the plug and the cord, get it all in accord
White rings seasick, Gucci went overboard
Hublot surfboard, brought sand to the beach
All white tux on, brought the church to the streets (It’s Gucci)

Yeah, Chance the Rapper, Guwop the Trapper
Huh, we just out here leadin’ by example
Yeah, stand for something and fall for anything
Kings and Queens

I swear my story just like big fish
I’ve seen hoes, I was always just like “Which? Which?”
One day, big catch, hit the bait and switch switch
I was on the line, I became the big fish, yeah
I swear my story just like big fish
I’ve seen hoes, I was always just like “Which? Which?”
One day, big catch, hit the bait and switch switch
I was on the line, I became the big fish, yeah

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Il Testo della della canzone Di: Handsome – Chance The Rapper

Baby, I look good, I look handsome

Baby,  I look good, I look handsome
Somebody  gon’ take me for ransom
Everybody ‘round me was dancin’
Ain’t nobody ‘round me could have none
Baby,  you look good, you look pretty
I  know why you stopped fuckin’ with me
It’s a lot of bomb in the city
But  you know nobody could get (You)

It’s a hottie, it’s a body, we ain’t missin’ no meals
I ride shotty, she like five-some but six in them heels
I’m a Ducati, you gonna do 90 down 290, huh?
Know  where you goin’, know where to find me, know where to find me, huh?
Big thumb, rotisserie (Muah, yeah)
Big tongue make it slippery (Huh)
I give you a sec’ I’ll let you shake it out (Huh)
Now, let’s run it back, this time don’t make a sound (Shh, oh yeah)
Make it walk, uh
Climb up to the top and do a split and make it drop
You look good naked, look good pregnant, anything you make it pop
You out here bakin’, hot like Megan on my bacon when it pop (Hey, pop, hey)
Baby, you look good, you look gorgeous
This right here your city, I’m a tourist
I know I’m a catch, I’m a swordfish
Got me on your hook, on your chorus

Baby, I look good, I look handsome (Do)
Somebody gon’ take me for ransom (They will)
Everybody ‘round me was dancin’
Ain’t nobody ‘round me could have none (You can’t)
Baby, you look good, you look pretty (You do)
I know why you stopped fuckin’ with me (I do)
It’s a lot of bomb in the city (Ah, ah, ah)
But you know nobody could get

Well known across the globe from my player ways and my skimpy clothes
Houston hottie with a model body
I’m a bust it open like a centerfold
Bad bitch with a lot of options (Yeah)
After me, it’s really hard to top it (Hey)
She don’t suck it sloppy, she don’t like to ride it
She don’t lick the balls, she ain’t really wifey, ah (Ah, ah)
All that talking shit, you know that excite me (That excite me)
And I know that mean you love me when you tell me you don’t like me (Ayy)
And I know you need some pussy when you argue and we fightin’
Don’t you put them in our business, if we beefin’ keep it private, huh (Ayy, yeah)
Baby, you look good, you look handsome (Handsome)
Rich nigga put that dick up for some ransom (Ayy, ayy, ransom)
Before I let you go, I had to have some (Ooh, ooh, have some)
Rich bitch so you know I got my bands up (Ahh)

Baby, I look good, I look handsome (Do)
Somebody gon’ take me for ransom (They will)
Everybody ‘round me was dancin’
Ain’t nobody ‘round me could have none (You can’t)
Baby, you look good, you look pretty (You do)
I know why you stopped fuckin’ with me (I do)
It’s a lot of bomb in the city (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
But you know nobody could get (You)

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Il Testo della della canzone Di: Let’s Go on the Run – Chance The Rapper

Ooh, ooh
Ooh,  ooh

Hey  there, lovely sister
Won’t you come home to your mister?
I’ve got plans to hug and kiss ya
I’ve  got plans to hug and hug and hug you
Let’s  go on the run (Ooh, ooh)
Let’s go on the run
It’s  time to hit the road
We got one place to go (Ooh, ooh)

Greaseproof, meep-meep, I feel like Road Runner
I get my feet loose
I  got that Superman hidden under my jean suit
Sittin’, just waitin’ for Lois to wanna leave too, me too
I swear we gotta get away anywhere that we can
Just meet me by the water, I’ll be there with the sand
And if it goes left, that’s according to plan
Sometimes you gotta chuck the wagon off at the bend

She broke up with her boyfriend
The people wanna know what he said
They wanna know the way how
You can break her heart like that
Do you know I could see someone with personality?
Someone who doesn’t think like me
Someone who doesn’t feel like me
I wanna run away now
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
I wanna run away now
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
(Check, check, check)
Ch-Check it out

Baby, we dippin’, tell me who’s whippin’
Let’s beat the traffic, give it a whippin’
These niggas lame
They think they different
With all that extra ass advice but don’t nobody listen
Baby, I’ll keep it in ice but we don’t need a tip in
That’s why you passed on open mic when I was only pimpin’
I say we move down to Atlanta, get a big ol’ house
With a giant pair of Timbs just to kick folks out
Get outta here
Ain’t nobody talkin’ to you (Ooh, ooh)
And be unbothered (Ooh, ooh)
And be unbothered
We’ll move farther and farther and farther away (Yeah)

Hey there, lovely sister
Won’t you come home to your mister?
I’ve got plans to hug and kiss ya
I’ve got plans to hug and hug and hug you
Let’s go on the run (Ooh, ooh)
Let’s go on the run
It’s time to hit the road
We got one place to go (Ooh, ooh)

(Ooh)
Ooh, ooh

Don’t hyperventilate
Keep the lyric cool like Cole Bennett Lemonade
The boy got aluminum foil on his dinner plate
Lot of matcha and lattes when it’s gettin’ late
The mattress just can’t inflate
Walk out like a zombie from the stu’ and assimilate
Humans to simulate
Went into the bed close the lights and dim the drapes
Always Matt Damon when you come Jimmy Kimmel late
Tryna fill the shoes Nick Cannon wear, rental skates
Piss like urinal cakes
I’m ready, I’m finna take the long ride home like the end of a limo date
Rolled the window down so hard that the window break
And toss out my demo tape

Ooh, ooh

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Il Testo della della canzone Di: Get A Bag – Chance The Rapper

(Tellin’ you now, now you’re my only one)
(Tellin’ you now, now you’re my only one)
Uh-huh
(Tellin’ you now, now you’re my only one)
Yup, yup, yup
(Tellin’ you now, now you’re my only one)
Let me tell you somethin’

You want a bag, you get a bag
You need a bag, you get a bag
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
You want a bag, you get a bag (A bag)
You need a bag, you get a bag (Bag)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
You need a bag
(Tellin’ you now, now you’re my only one)
(Tellin’ you now, now you’re my only one)
You need a, you need a, you need a bag
(Tellin’ you now, now you’re my only one)
(Tellin’ you now, now you’re my only one)
You need a, you need a, you need a, need a

Ayy, ayy, I pull up in that Elon, all these niggas felines
I stopped smokin’ cigarettes, now pussy taste like key lime
Big ol’ Birkin bag she could lean on like a crutch
She said, “Babe, if it’s too crazy, that .380 in my clutch”
I say, “Yah, you know you my favorite shooter”
Yah, bing-bing-bang-booka-booka
Yah, we gon’ keep it out of court
We run plays, this shit a sport
We some Gs, we don’t want want pork
Beat go crazy, make it work, work, work
Shorty way too bad, she want a bag, not no purse
Screamin’, “Fuck the other grass”
She want that gas and not that dirt
She want that cash and I’m like Turk
I want that cash, and she like work, work, work

I’m just tryna get to it in a new way
With the band on a beeper or the two-way
We could get on the Venmo, what’s to it?
We could run just together, what’s to it?

When you want a bag, you get a bag
You need a bag, you get a bag
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Go get it, go get it, go get it)
You want a bag, you get a bag (A bag)
You need a bag, you get a bag (Bag)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Go get it, go get it, go get it)
You need a bag

I know I gotta get this money ‘til my dyin’ soul
By the low, I come from the trenches, we was by the store
Baby, no, I don’t wanna buy your love, but my heart is cold
Gotta roll, all my homies old and I keep ‘em close
Lucid dream, ridin’ that hemi thing, swear I do the most
Brand new fiend, she drink anything, she might need a Coke
Never sleep, gotta get to this bag, I ain’t goin’ broke
Wanna kick it with me, but I ain’t got no legs, I been on the go
I don’t go with no plan, better stick with your plan
Did you hear what I said? I don’t know what you sayin’
And you know I’m the man, let’s get to the deads
Let’s get to some bread, better hop out in your bag

When you want a bag, you get a bag
You need a bag, you get a bag
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Go get it, go get it, go get it)
You want a bag, you get a bag (A bag)
You need a bag, you get a bag (Bag)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Go get it, go get it, go get it)

(Tellin’ you now, now you’re my only one)
(Tellin’ you now, now you’re my only one)
(Oh, tellin’ you now, now you’re my only one)
(Tellin’ you now, now you’re my only one)

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Il Testo della della canzone Di: 5 Year Plan – Chance The Rapper

You gotta schedule vacations in your five year plan
You gotta schedule celebrations in your five year plan
You gon’ have several revelations in your first five days
In your first five minutes, have your first five fans
For like 45 minutes, take your first shift break
There’s no time for impatience in your five year plan
You got time for hesitation in your five year plan
A lot of shit came at you in a five year span
If you followed your flight plan, you’d be right here prayin’
Eyes closed, right now sayin’, Lord of Lords
I know you gave abundantly, even gave up your son for me
No need for sacrifice in my plans
And I love to say your name, it come from my diaphragm
I just had to scare ‘em off and draw a line in the sand
Anything you gave to me, they couldn’t pry from my hands
Anything you gave to me, I know it’s right for my brand
I know shortcuts cut short long runs
I seen niggas on one try to wrong one
Get drunk, sing the same song, Kung Jong Swon
Giant mistakes on fee fi foe numb
Got to keep on thumb, you got time for missteppin’
Time for them weapons, form but not prosper
Time for them lessons, time for them blessings
Time for first, second, third, fourth impressions
Time for reflection, time for confession
Time will heal all, let’s get a good stretch in

Things that’s in the way of my goal
Things that eat away at my heart
That’s just, just the way of the art
I know that I had a good start
I wish I could play a guitar
I, I know that I’m gonna be
Better than I ever was
I told ‘em they gonna see
I just want every bottle
Love, love, love

Time has, time has come
Time has, time has come
To be who you are
Be who you are
Time has, time has come
Time has come
To take it all in, take it all in
Take it all in
The time has come
Time has come, time has come
Know who you are
Know who you are
The time has come
Time has come, time has come
To take it all in

Who’s that in the back of the back?
You deserve a plaque and a pat on the back
I see y’all in your Seuss like the Cat in the Hat
With the clean black slacks and the jacket to match
Found your way back like a Cadillac with the flats
Came around like satellite, down like a battle axe
Why do you word insure me like it’s Aflac?
I don’t know, why do birds Burt Bacharach?
Why do worms prefer habitats?
Why did it occur where it happened at?
Why ain’t no apples in Apple Jacks?
Are you ready for The Big Day?
I don’t know, but you’re well on your way

Somebody hurt you really bad
And you don’t know what to do
And you think how so many people live through things like this
Sounds crazy but it’s true
You can get over anything, almost
I’m telling you the truth
The one thing left to say is

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Il Testo della della canzone Di: 4 Quarters in the Black (Skit) – Chance The Rapper

You damn right, we doin’ good
We  just had four consecutive quarters in the black
You  kiddin’ me?
Hey, wait a minute, where you goin’?
Come he– no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Come  here, co–
Before  you do, before you do all that, come here
Let me talk to him for a minute
Y’all  know I’m proud of him, right?

As a matter of fact
Excuse me, excuse me, uh, uh
Garçon, yeah, boy I’m talkin’ to you
Come  here, give me one of them things
You old enough to drink, ain’t ya?
Now, you know I got to do this
I’d like to make a toast to this young man
Come on, give it up, ladies and gentlemen
Give it up, come on, hahahahaha
Look at him, this is the future
This is a guy who literally never ceases to surprise me
The decisions he makes
Are not necessarily the decisions I would have made
Or anybody with some sense
But what I can say is: the boy is fearless
He’s ambitious and he’s a honest man
Look, he’s grown, really

Got his lady with him, makin’ himself a lil’ money, look like
We see the success, but what’s next?
I mean, we’re proud
But you can’t just pack it all up and start all over
It works here ‘cause you got us
The support here is what made ya
This boy’s a prime example, hm
Of countin’ your eggs before they hatch
Got a lil’ lucky, now he up and ready to take over the whole globe
Look at him, the kid’s got big, big plans
And I hope they all work out, I really do
But do you ever really think about how it’s s’posed to all work out?
Do you have health insurance? A retirement plan?

And you need to start savin’ money, right? Huh?
Uh, and he gon’ need a car
And you need to pay me that money you owe me
And you need a wife
And you need Jesus
Oh, and you need to be a vegan
Don’t forget about that veganism, that’s that 2019, it’s almost 2020
(And you need a credit card)
You need to stop doin’ that Percy pill
(And he gon’ need a car)

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