We Go High Lyrics

We Go High - Chance the Rapper

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Chance the rapper (We go high)

Yeah

(We love you, love you, 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, lo-love you, God

We love you, God, we love you, God, we love you, God

We love you, love you, love you, God)

My baby momma 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

At the club with the iron in my wrinkle pants

You can 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 an 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, and we go high

They go low, we go High, yeah, high, yeah

My wife nanny like Fran Drescher

Three damn Grammies, my granny like "No pressure"

So much style, my stylist got no dresser

Fuck going 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"

Dropped the bomb, I couldn't find a Tom Hanks

Got me pressed, tryna 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

Tried some new hues, like Langston gon' paint

You gotta' come harder than that

Ah, ah, ah, aah, aah

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, it's too bad, and it's so sad

We give the glory to you God

One livin' true God, he make us Booyah

Throw up the woo like U-God

They pop up statues and stones, tryna make a new God

I don't need a EGOT, as long as I got you God

Deep breathe the Wu-Zop

Pretty sure I need you in the 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 one oak, then pop it 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 the clash, and you let 'em hash it out

But stay passive, so if they crash you got a fasten 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 ones you thought like arrows in the hands of a warrior

Boy I got an extendo with a long nose like Phineas

Kids proud like Penny is, me bein' CC, I need like 20 twins

Got her in my family like Indian

Fell it in your gut, like when you uppercut Ballchinians

Speakin' of guts, her's pokin' out like linean, 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 and 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