Chance The Rapper, Carter Lang, Nascent, Jeremih - The Man Who Has Everything lyrics

What to get the man who has everything?
Tryna fit myself into a schedule
And a wedding ring tryna eat everything
I was raised, it come across my plate
Then I better swing
Tryna turn Confederate flags
Into confetti strings
I'm tryna back up my baby
Mama like Kevin Federline
Heard they got some nice-ass houses
Out there in Beverly
Never leave where I came from
I just need me some stockings
And the chimney they could hang from
Photos so my kids can find out
Where they got their names from
Christmas cards so gorgeous
Other families wanna frame one
Real talk, I need a front yard, a backyard
A side yard, a side yard, inside bar
A dry bar nine cars and a garage
And it's on hella acres
I'm tired of people visitin'
Takin' the elevator
Well, we'll keep the elevator

Love me forever, that's all I ask of you
Love me forever, that's all I ask of you

Don't gifts get re-wrapped?
That shit could get sticky like tree sap
I gave you free raps
That shit sound like free facts
Which is 'bout as common as free blacks
Stuck like freeze tag from one
Of these random police stops
Look like the treetops soon
As the breeze stops
And once the debris drops
The streets 400 degrees hot
Please, man, we needin' some freeze pops
What in the world for the
Man who has everything?
Man, West Chatham Park could
Use some better swings
Used to be disheveled
I went and shoveled everything
Tell Santa to show up to doors he never ring
He never ring

Love me forever, that's all I ask of you
That's all I ask
Love me forever, that's all I ask of you

That baby is a genius
Don't teach him 'bout Santa 'til
You teach him 'bout Jesus
Don't take him out the snow to
Try to take him on beaches i swear
It's enough leisure in this world to get lost
What's the point of gainin' chicken if
You lose all the sauce?
What's the point of gainin' chicken
If it can't get across?
Lost the cold hard cash, they said, "Damn
That boy soft"
Same niggas lost their souls in
A fuckin' coin toss i guess I cleaned up
Santa don't miss no names but I miss Fatimah
It's been a minute since I've seen her
Them the type of things I hate to bring up
Just like the prenup
That shit be see-through like John Cena
Aquafina but like the Christmas tape
There's things that I gotta get clear
Like my papa ask the same question every year
"What to get for my boy who has everything?"
I said, "I'll take anything but everything
" you know?

Love me forever, that's all I ask of you
Love me forever, that's all I ask of you
Love me forever, that's all I ask of you
Love me forever, that's all I ask of you