back to the go

Chance The Rapper

Ay
I made a mistake, I lost a home
Not like a mortgage but more like a foster home
Supposed to be two parents but now I m across the globe
And screaming across the phone
the dog that just lost his bone
I m back at the bachelor pad, chicken scratch on the pad
I got a fix for an itch and I be scratching it bad
In the kitchen flipping 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 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 Iraq I used to be cold as Saxon
Not because they taxing [?]

I fall on my face sometimes
I look at myself, I cry sometimes
I need a lil space myself
I look at myself, I m right sometimes
Tell momma I m back in my room
I ll be packing up soon I just need to lay low
Anyone ask, if you see me say: No
Been round the board, now I m back to the go

I made paint from out the pain
Sometimes you wash the stains out in the rain
Some people pulled they fame from out the flames
Me I m like Loraine, 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
[?] no time to dodge
Took some time pumping iron in my mom s 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 pre-mature 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 on my face sometimes
I look at myself, I cry sometimes
I need a lil space myself
I look at myself, I m right sometimes
Tell momma I m back in my room
I ll be packing up soon I just need to lay low
Anyone ask, if you see me say: No
Been round 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
Shit 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 [?] 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 no 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 shit 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 ma level with you like Dex yo
My communication abysmal like it was Pepto
Blame it on the internet [?]
Stole your heart like a Klepto, baby welcome to Death Row

I fall on my face sometimes
I look at myself, I cry sometimes
I need a lil space myself
I look at myself, I m right sometimes
Tell momma I m back in my room
I ll be packing up soon I just need to lay low
Anyone ask, if you see me say: No
Been round the board now I m back to the go