WeGoHigh

We Go High - Chance the Rapper

Lyrics by：Chancelor J. Bennett/Peter Wilkins/Mike Servin/Darius Scott/Nate Fox/Nico Segal/Ben Lusher

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We love you we love we love you God

We lololololololove you God

We love you love you love you God

We lololove you we love you God

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

My baby mama 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 s*x took me out of my element

I tried to do the singledad mingledance

At the club with the iron in my wrinkled pants

You could 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 a 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 We love you God

And we go high

They go low we go

Higher higher

My wife nanny like Fran Drescher

Three damn Grammys my granny like No pressure

So much style my stylist got no dresser

f**k goin' straight to the pros I'm professor

f**k bein' one of the GOATs 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 tryin' to find a Von Frank

Who the f**k rocked the boat It's gon' sank

Shootin' at me point blank with those blanks

They don't take teenage angst at no banks

We love you God

Tried some new hues like Langston gon' paint

You gotta come harder than that

Eh eh eh eh eh

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 We love you God

It's too bad and so sad

We give the glory to you God

One livin' true God he make us booyah

And throw up the Wu like UGod

They prop up statues and stones try to make a new God

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

Deep breathe the woosah

Pretty sure I need you in this 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 tubetop

Got me big comfy like Molly's couch

Floatin' 'round the city like Malcolm X Dali'd out

They highly doubt I guarantee it