Back to The Go

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper] 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 (Igh) No, I'm not demanding, baby, I was just asking Now I'm in the 'Raq, I used to be cold as Saxon Not because they taxing, baby, it was an accent [Chorus: Chance the Rapper] I fall on my face sometimes (Igh) 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" (Igh) I'll be packing up soon I just need to lay low Anyone ask, if you see me say: "No" (No) Been 'round the board, now I'm back to the go (Igh) [Verse 2: Chance the Rapper] I made paint from out the pain (Igh) Sometimes you wash the stains out in the rain (Igh) Some people pulled they fame from out the flames (Igh) 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 Pull, counter, stiff right, nigga, 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 (Igh), and I fall [Chorus: Chance the Rapper] 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" (No, igh) Been 'round the board, now I'm back to the go [Verse 3: Vic Mensa & Chance the Rapper] 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 (Igh) 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 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'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 (Igh) [Chorus: Chance the Rapper] 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" (No) Been 'round the board, now I'm back to the go