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