Chance The Rapper, CocoRosie, Taylor Bennett - Roo lyrics

Roosters calling in the distance

It was all us crammed in the house
Back when my dad was the man of the house
A lot of dads left, they abandoned the house
My dad Joe Jack, start a band in the house
He said one friend, one friend in the house
Only one friend in the whole wide world
One day will come when you
Only have each other
Never give it up for a boy or a girl
We come in peace but we don't come in pieces
We on some tag-team WWE shit
We look just alike
The prestige is so prestigious
The splitting image of Lupita
Standing on them beaches
Don't tweak and don't be facetious
Those shells'll shred you to pieces
These niggas faking like demons
But, I'ma send 'em to Jesus
(It's just me and my bro)
Versus all of you heathens
They think I'm reading Ephesians
I have all these niggas hiding
Avoiding meetings like vegans
I got the keys like I'm Keegan
I'll line the trunk with the bleach
And I'll leave you inside the freezer and
Let you chill for the weekend
But forget over the weekend and
Come back inside a month
And I throw you inside the trunk but
It's plastic so it ain't leakin'
But we can be cool we can be cool
Me and my brother we can be cruel
Find your ass line your ass up
Go to work on 'em

Roosters calling in the distance

It's a lot more crammed in the house
Back when Chance was the man of the house
Baseball bats if they ran in the house
We from out south like birds in the clouds
When I was eleven, heard my homie dad died
This shit deeper than music
I got PTS for life
So if you do production just
Make sure the drums right
The independent Bennetts will never
Need your advice
Our image won't diminish 'cause
Charlie and Marley right
Me and Chano like Peschi and Robin's life
A made man, we just makin' the songs right
You just makin' the song hype
I really snapped
The last time I rapped I was movin' packs
In adolescence, seen ambulances
Learned other lessons catchin' blessings
Overstretchin' from first hand impressions
Chano called my phone voicemail
Hope he don't get a message
Heard that I exit from my
Axis off that intersection
So if you say somethin' 'bout big bro, bitch
I'ma smack you reckless we from down south
We bogus twice and we are not from Texas
One more rep, can't run around strapped
So I walk around like pedestrian
Chi-town summer lookin' like my numbers, and
You know how I'm bomin', ain't checkin' it
Called big bro, now we run it up
Set it up, get it up, nigga, now let's begin
OTF, free Durk and them
We was inside with a curfew then
What's fire without earth and wind?
And what's a fight when it's
Worth the win? yeah