Teksty piosenek Chance the Rapper

Chance the Rapper

Long Time

I wonder if Gladys smiles when angels bring my name up

Or change language and subject change up

Her boy’s a long way from red dolls and green rangers

Things ain’t been the same since Ms. Patterson called me famous

I saw your reflection in a toilet full of vomit water

You don’t think I felt ya hand on my head yelling “call his father”

But people don’t hear ghosts

So how they gon' blame me

Money saved me

So I’ma do the same thing

You droppin pounds, gettin small on some sick shit

Like how you got the drive but don’t know how to use a stick shift

You better not miss this

Over dose, dope and mixes

Let ya throat close

With a boatload of dope quotes within it

Dropping tapes 'til I losted count

Coughing out blood

Dropping weight

Like I lost an ounce

Throwing words and tossing nouns

NY traveling I’m Boston bound

Bossing 'round homies

And talking down to shorties while I’m jotting down

Notes to spit to Harlem crowns

Surfing through the Harlem crowds

At the crib I’m falling down

Yeah, I'm steady crawling 'round

I’m calling out to God

Your little angels falling down

Save me from my darkened cloud

Reach your hands and arms around