Back To The Go
Chance The Rapper« Back To The Go » est une chanson de Chance The Rapper, 2025, Pop. La chanson dure 3:56, 104 lines / 690 words.
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0:24I made a mistake I lost a home
0:27Not like a mortgage but more like a foster home
0:29Supposed to be 2 parents
0:30But now I'm across the globe
0:32And screaming across the phone
0:33A dog that just lost its bone
0:35I'm back at the bachelor pad
0:36Chicken scratch on the pad
0:37I got a fix for a itch
0:39And I be scratchin' it bad
0:40In the kitchen flippin' the script
0:42Like a spatula ad
0:43Was packing my bags
0:44Once I unpack
0:45I'm back in my bag
0:46Square one
0:46Ground zero
0:47The homeless hometown hero
0:49I was transient only in the family sense
0:52And in the past tense maybe I was absent
0:55I stopped doing acid but I've been keeping tabs since
0:57Them London hoes with asses
0:59Said that they love my accent
1:00No I'm not demanding baby I was just asking
1:03Now I'm in the Raq
1:04I used to be culde-saxon
1:06Not because they taxing
1:07Baby it was an exit
1:09I fall on my face sometimes
1:11I look at myself
1:12I cry sometimes
1:14I need a little space myself
1:17I pick up myself
1:18I'm right sometimes
1:20Tell mama I'm back in my room
1:22I'll be packing up soon
1:24I just need to lay low
1:26Anyone asks if you seen me say "No"
1:28Been around the board
1:29Now I'm back to the Go
1:32I made paint from out the pain
1:34Sometimes you washed the stains out in the rain
1:37Some people pulled they fame from out the flames
1:40Me I'm like Lorraine
1:41I came from out the frame
1:42My memories photographic
1:45My slow dances was magic
1:47My romances was tragic
1:48My real life feel like a still life
1:51Back on the canvas just to see what it feel like
1:53Pull counter stiff right nigga
1:55No time to dodge
1:57Took some time pumping iron in my Moms garage
1:59Then I'm back to the future this a time machine
2:03Back on my feet this a Thai massage
2:05Surprise It's the boy from the premature burial
2:08Fresh off the boat with a story and a stereo
2:11You bound to see tears if you ball enough
2:13They say the harder you fall if You tall enough
2:16& I Fall
2:17I fall on my face sometimes
2:19I look at myself
2:20I cry sometimes
2:22I need a little space myself
2:24I pick up myself
2:26I'm right sometimes
2:28Tell mama I'm back in my room
2:30I'll be packing up soon
2:32I just need to lay low
2:34Anyone asks if you seen me say "No"
2:36Been around the board
2:37Now I'm back to the Go
2:39I was head strong 'til I woke up all them meds gone
2:42We was grown acting childish chasing the redbone
2:45**** I thought there wasn't no biggie when dead wrong
2:47Like you picking up the crumbs once all of the bread gone
2:50Back at home with our lords and folks etched in stone
2:53Gangbanging 'til Chief touch down like Pat Mahomes
2:56Trapping Travis Kelce playing with heavy metal like a Black Sabbath LP
3:00And ain't no taxes on the wealthy
3:02I been eating vegetables more broccoli celery
3:04But therapy says my relationship is not as healthy
3:07Then we moved out that lil apartment
3:09How I'm on Bel Air but we living in my parents house like Will and Carlton
3:13Still be arguing 'bout some old **** I'm sick of it
3:16I'd put you in Chanel but you still trippin' off ridiculousness
3:19Moved you to the West Coast it ain't about the money though
3:21'Cause even Jeff Bezos wife got up and left yo
3:24I can't flex though I'mma level with you like Dex yo
3:27My communication abysmal like it was Pepto
3:30Blame it on the internet techno like Depeche Mode
3:33Stole your heart like a clepto baby welcome to Death Row
3:36I fall on my face sometimes
3:38I look at myself
3:39I cry sometimes
3:41I need a little space myself
3:43I pick up myself
3:45I'm right sometimes
3:47Tell mama I'm back in my room
3:49I'll be packing up soon
3:50I just need to lay low
3:52Anyone asks if you seen me say "No"
3:55Been around the board
3:56Now I'm back to the Go
I made a mistake I lost a home Not like a mortgage but more like a foster home Supposed to be 2 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 scratchin' 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 Moms 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 & 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 head strong 'til I woke up all them meds gone We was grown acting childish chasing the redbone **** I thought there wasn't no biggie when dead wrong Like you picking up the crumbs once all of the bread gone Back at home with our lords and folks etched in stone Gangbanging 'til Chief touch down like Pat Mahomes Trapping Travis Kelce playing 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 arguing 'bout some old **** I'm sick of it I'd 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 wife got up and left yo I can't flex though I'mma 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 clepto 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
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