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Chance The Rapper

Genres: Pop

We Go High Lyrics - 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 

 

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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" 

 

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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 and 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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