Suitcase Lyrics - Vic Mensa

[Intro: Vic Mensa] 

In my suitcase.. 

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper] 

It's not a suitcase, more of a briefcase 

I be on binness, and my new place isn't a duplex 

More of an escape, I been gone trippin' 

Kiss the kids and kick the dogs, fix the dinner, fix the faucet 

Wash the dish and wish for rain and when it pours make sure in the midst of all 

You don't forget to call me to come back 

Part of me on that, I was too young 

You was young too but uh, I was too young 

What you want me to say? I'm a deadbeat dad, all the sex we had was my fault? 

The checks she had wasn't enough to get by, it's my fault? 

I bought, a new suitcase, I be gone trippin' 

Only briefly, probably wrong decision 

But I can do it later if he got game, oh now he trippin' 

Got his own case, he dippin', run like your Pops, junior 

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[Verse 2: Vic Mensa] 

Out of state feels great but it's good to be home 

Lookin' at the crib through the window 

Sometimes the littlest things in life don't seem so big 'til you're grown 

Take it for granted, cement footsteps smoke rings rotate with the planet 

And the plan is spend it all before the market crash 

"Oh Shit, red alert, panic!" 

Somehow the fuel in the left wing leaked and we all went down 

And my seatbelt be tight enough to keep me wired up with a plane spiralin' off in the clouds 

And was lost in the dust but they scooped me up in a cup and dumped me off in a pile 

Blow me in the wind, over the mountain, what I owe my accountant 

What if they only found my suitcase? Would I be on Newsweek? 

What if I was a newlywed with a newborn of 2 weeks 

And my flight to the UK crashed in the Yukon 

And I woke up on a distant beach with a peach in my mouth 

Sand in my hair, and no shoes on 

Where am I? 

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[Bridge: Chance the Rapper] 

Hit the road Jack, don't you come back no more.. 

Hit the road Jack, please come back one more, one more, one more 

IGH! 

[Outro: Vic Mensa] 

Every other day is a trip, another suitcase, ah 

Flying high with gray skies and my suitcase, been gone for 2 days, ah 

Packed my memories in the bag, inside my suitcase, take it the UK 

Somewhere on the clouds, flying high in a dream