Instrumentality, Chance The Rapper - Lord Release ft. Vic Mensa lyrics

Will you call me, when you get there
And I miss your precious heart
And I miss your precious heart
And miss and miss and miss and miss
And miss and miss your heart

Lord Release your precious heart

And she wants me to get out of the drug game
She doesn't realize how much
It causes me pain i just want my son to grow
Up with a dad with him
My father couldn't love his kids
So he wanted to abandon them
I don't sell rocks just because I want to
I sell for my son and so
That he don't have to
I know now when don't seem like no other ish
But the money in my sock
Is my son's scholarship
She want me to work for less
Than it's supposed to be
She'd rather starve than to
Eat some drug groceries
I love my family to death but
Niggas weren't so close to me
And to get out on that corner every
Morning that takes the most of me
But lord you know now that
I have the best intent
And all those lonely nights down by the river
Brought me bread and water (water, in)
But though I tried so hard, my little darling
I couldn't keep the night from coming in
And all those lonely nights down by the river
Brought me bread and water by
The kith and the kin
But though I tried so hard, my little darling
I couldn't keep the night from coming in