Legit, Chance The Rapper - Such A Thing lyrics
[Legit, Chance The Rapper - Such A Thing lyrics]
If there was such-such-such a thing
(I wrote you a poem, naw but listen to it)
Chance Le Rappeur? Roses are red
Moses rose from the dead
To show his chosen souls across
An ocean of red
Travel through Goliath and the
Burning roses to get
His Queen Esther from the lions
Then return to the bed
See it's Biblical, it's science
It was written in the stars
It's pivotal we meet again
It's been a little hard
See we met a million times, Little Mama
You just forget a lot i was your king
You used to march for me: Coretta Scott
Simpsons and cake, shrimp then the steak
Candle-lit forever, you good?
That poetry, you know it's me
Your boy, the kid, the lover
Rapping til we breaded up, or wedded up
Forever love, Chance
Okay
She spotted me and moved in like a U-Haul
I swear this bitch need to
Curve, change it up, maybe screwball
Only good for the neck, lei at Luau
Brain only second to Mrs duvalle
But she stalk like fee-fi-fo-fum
And go dumb, like a Bay Area poem
Whenever she peep at the kid strollin'
Strings attached no violin she say
"I think about you every time my eyes open
And when they closed
I still see your face bright as day"
Well baby girl, all of that
It really is nice as May
But, I'm not really about that life
Pardon me my mistake
We seem to have conflicted interest
Cause, I gotta keep that kitty on the side
No big whiz, or rap floor mat
I'm sure this is probably
Stinging like a hornet
But performing is my only woman
Until I start touring
But, you don't want to hear
About that just fall back and do me a favor
Stop showing up where my house at bitch!
No for real like stop showing up
(I wrote you a poem, naw but listen to it)
Chance Le Rappeur? Roses are red
Moses rose from the dead
To show his chosen souls across
An ocean of red
Travel through Goliath and the
Burning roses to get
His Queen Esther from the lions
Then return to the bed
See it's Biblical, it's science
It was written in the stars
It's pivotal we meet again
It's been a little hard
See we met a million times, Little Mama
You just forget a lot i was your king
You used to march for me: Coretta Scott
Simpsons and cake, shrimp then the steak
Candle-lit forever, you good?
That poetry, you know it's me
Your boy, the kid, the lover
Rapping til we breaded up, or wedded up
Forever love, Chance
Okay
She spotted me and moved in like a U-Haul
I swear this bitch need to
Curve, change it up, maybe screwball
Only good for the neck, lei at Luau
Brain only second to Mrs duvalle
But she stalk like fee-fi-fo-fum
And go dumb, like a Bay Area poem
Whenever she peep at the kid strollin'
Strings attached no violin she say
"I think about you every time my eyes open
And when they closed
I still see your face bright as day"
Well baby girl, all of that
It really is nice as May
But, I'm not really about that life
Pardon me my mistake
We seem to have conflicted interest
Cause, I gotta keep that kitty on the side
No big whiz, or rap floor mat
I'm sure this is probably
Stinging like a hornet
But performing is my only woman
Until I start touring
But, you don't want to hear
About that just fall back and do me a favor
Stop showing up where my house at bitch!
No for real like stop showing up