Chance The Rapper, Thirdstory, Daniel Caesar - First World Problems lyrics

I get sad when I look at the stars
They so pretty, you can't tell 'em apart
You think they close but really we far
And really
They ain't even that much closer to God
It's much harder to sin naked
I walked past apple trees and didn't take it
I thought about stone mattresses
Thin blankets
Really long winters spent in a windbreaker
I'm a temptation door-knocker
Down there on Lower Wacker
I'm a rich excuse for a father
You just can't tour a toddler
She turnin' 2, she don't need diapers
She just need her papa
I really need a break, could really use a nap
My daughter barely recognize me when
I lose the hat you go so far
You hit a point where you can't Uber back
The other day
I told a hummingbird he too relaxed
I did my worst, I did the work
I had to skip the label
I go to church, they want a flick
I want to flip the table
I knew the worth before the birth
When it was just a stable
And now it's just a fable
And it's just as fatal

First world problems that niggas make up
Have a dream and then never wake up
When so much turns to too much
Have a dream and then never wake up

The day is on it's way
It couldn't wait no more
Here it comes, here it comes, yeah
Ready or not, ready or not
The day is on it's way
It couldn't wait no more
Here it comes, here it comes
Ready or not, here it comes

Alright spirit's moving now

I think my little cousins
Want they cousin back
The automatic quarterback that doesn't rap
They know I used to drive to
Hammond for the Roman candles
Lied about coming back
The last straw that broke the camel
It ain't really fun to hang
Out with me no more
We can't go to River East to
Hang at the beach no more
It's messed up, I made it this way
And my feet so sore
But it's all downhill from here
I could teach snowboards
I miss my mom, I miss my time
I miss my prime in high school, I missed my
Prom, I ditched my date, i missed my beat
Kissed my teeth, kicked my feet
Hooped and hollered
Now I just sip my tea, sit my ass on my ass
Send my Tweet, fold my arms, twist my weed
If I hadn't heard the news
I would've known what he say
But the recliner on my chair
Is like an emergency brake, you know

First world problems that niggas make up
Have a dream and then never wake up
When so much turns to too much
Have a dream and then never wake up

The day is on it's way
It couldn't wait no more
Here it comes, here it comes
Ready or not, ready or not
The day is on it's way
It couldn't wait no more here it comes
Ready or not, here it comes

Three verses, hell yes
I still ain't get my Grammys in the mail yet
I just want my mama happy like a toy sale
And to stay connected to the
World like a long-ass voicemail
I hear the seams snappin'
And I'm the team captain
No more knee slappin' or shoe
Shinin' or shoe signin'
'Til the dream happens
I'm just gon' keep rappin'
And y'all just keep clappin'
And keep actin' like
Flint got clean water and y'all
Don't got teen daughters
And black friends and gay cousins
Y'all just gon' say nothin'
Know that the day comin', knees bowed
Tongues confessin'
The last ones gettin' first dibs on blessings

Now these the first world problems
That niggas make up
Keep on playin', we gon' shake this shit up
Keep on tellin' us we makin' it up
The American Dream, may you never wake up

The day is on it's way
It couldn't wait no more
Here it comes, ready or not, ready or not
Ready or not, ready or not, ready or not
The day is on it's way
It will not wait another day
No more, no more
(it's on it's way, way, yeah)
The day is on it's way, I cannot wait
Here it's to stay
No more, no more (it won't wait, yeah)
The day is on it's way
It couldn't wait no more here it is