Chance The Rapper - Thursday Night lyrics

Hands out for the curl haired sons of Abraham
He brought his fathers out away from
If they ever get caught let's
Hope they shake that jam
If they ever get caught let's hope they
Shake that jam shake that jam x2

Chance the Rapper, song-singer
Senior bong-steamer
Light up hot wheels, locked up wrong steamer
Dreamer, long beamers
Our neighbors there lawns greener
We wrestle with envy then act up John Cena
Chancellor bennett referred to
As word chemist
The bourbon and slurred sentences turn
And i burn bridges
Cigarettes stained smile, all covered in sin
My big homie died
Youngest turned older then him
Get night up with the bad bitches up
Get knocked up off a nigga bad luck
Gettin scared now
All that tax money I didn't add up
That I didn't get yet
They think that I got it
He got the long shirt so they
Think that I got it
Hell yeah it's preach speaking
With all ya niggas i seen all the tweets and
That from your niggas
Y'all niggas got pack from the niggas
Oh yeah and uh, I bet it comes out in a month
Like 3001, ah! I count my blessings all day
My best friends on one hand
I count my blessings all day
My best friends on one hand
My sheep when I'm done here