WE GO HIGH - Chance The Rapper - LETRAS.COM

(We love you, we love, we 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, we love you, God)(We love you, God, we love you, God, we love you, God)

My baby mama went celibateLies on my breath, she say she couldn't take the smell of itTired of the rumors, every room had an elephantTryna find her shoes, rummagin’ through the skeletonsShe took away sex, took me out of my elementI tried to do the single-dad mingle-danceAt the club with the iron in my wrinkled pantsYou could fall much faster than you think you canBig hands for my ring, I'ma need a Pringles canI just want the shine back like a Eagles fanMy ego like: Ah damn, there he goPrayin' again, again, the same ol’ thangI mean, I ain't gon' promise that the pain go awayAnd you can take your sweet time, but she ain't gon' wait'Cause a new coat of paint don't make the stain go awayBut he go high (We love you, God)And we go highThey go low, we goHigher, higher

My wife nanny like Fran DrescherThree damn Grammys, my granny like, no pressureSo much style, my stylist got no dresserFuck goin' straight to the pros, I’m professorFuck bein’ one of the G.O.A.T.S, I'm GotenksTried to try that with my girl, she: No thanksDropped the bomb, I couldn’t find a Tom HanksGot me pressed, tryin' to find a Von FrankWho the fuck rocked the boat? It's gon' sankShootin’ at me point blank with those blanksThey don't take teenage angst at no banks(We love you, God)Tried some new hues like Langston gon' paintYou gotta come harder than that

Eh, eh, eh, eh, ehIt's two different thingsIt's too bad, and it's so sadIt's too bad, and it's so sadIt's two things (We love you, God)It's too bad, and so sad

We give the glory to you, GodOne livin' true God, he make us booyahAnd throw up the Wu like U-GodThey prop up statues and stones, try to make a new GodI don't need a EGOT, as long as I got you, GodDeep breathe, the woosahPretty sure I need you in this season like a flu shotI just sit and wait like I'm with Kirsten when she shoe shopKnow you always with me like how Diddy be with Blue DotGot us movin' 'round without the straps like a tube-topGot me big comfy like Molly's couchFloatin' 'round the city like Malcolm X, Dali'd outThey highly doubt, I guarantee itThis the part of my life my lifetime movie prolly 'boutWhen they come to jump a board, I won't ollie outI too was once a snotty nose with a potty mouthOne day you get 1 OAK, then poppied outAnd poppin' out don't seem as popular as just passin' outWhen time get rationed out, you get rationalFolks become pageants inside the fashion houseThey start to clash and you let 'em hash it outBut stay passive, so if they crash, you got a fastened belt Lord bless my lineage, let me be the skinniestLet me get some time with him, let him know who Kenny isChildren born in one's youth are like arrows in the hands of a warriorWell, I got an extendo with a long nose like PhineasKids proud like Penny isBeBe & CeCe, I need like 20 twinsGot her in my family like IndianFeel it in your gut like when you uppercut BallchiniansSpeakin' of guts, hers pokin' out like Winnie in the red shirtI don't have to teach you a lecture about how sex worksI found out diamonds make pressureI used to dive head first, just know I had to let go of the flesh firstIt's true, God, this union was for you, GodWe standin' at the at the stoop, we want to make it to the rooftopYou told us bring some people through, we tried to bring a few, GodWe tried to form a new bar, just tell us what to do, God