Chance the Rapper – Let’s Go on the Run Lyrics



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[Intro: Chance the Rapper]
Ooh, ooh
Ooh,  ooh

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Hey  there, lovely sister
Won’t you come home to your mister?
I’ve got plans to hug and kiss ya
I’ve  got plans to hug and hug and hug you
Let’s  go on the run (Ooh, ooh)
Let’s go on the run
It’s  time to hit the road
We got one place to go (Ooh, ooh)

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
Greaseproof, meep-meep, I feel like Road Runner
I get my feet loose
I  got that Superman hidden under my jean suit
Sittin’, just waitin’ for Lois to wanna leave too, me too
I swear we gotta get away anywhere that we can
Just meet me by the water, I’ll be there with the sand
And if it goes left, that’s according to plan
Sometimes you gotta chuck the wagon off at the bend

[Verse 2: Knox Fortune]
She broke up with her boyfriend
The people wanna know what he said
They wanna know the way how
You can break her heart like that
Do you know I could see someone with personality?
Someone who doesn’t think like me
Someone who doesn’t feel like me
I wanna run away now
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
I wanna run away now
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
(Check, check, check)
Ch-Check it out

[Verse 3: Chance the Rapper]
Baby, we dippin’, tell me who’s whippin’
Let’s beat the traffic, give it a whippin’
These niggas lame
They think they different
With all that extra ass advice but don’t nobody listen
Baby, I’ll keep it in ice but we don’t need a tip in
That’s why you passed on open mic when I was only pimpin’
I say we move down to Atlanta, get a big ol’ house
With a giant pair of Timbs just to kick folks out
Get outta here
Ain’t nobody talkin’ to you (Ooh, ooh)
And be unbothered (Ooh, ooh)
And be unbothered
We’ll move farther and farther and farther away (Yeah)

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Hey there, lovely sister
Won’t you come home to your mister?
I’ve got plans to hug and kiss ya
I’ve got plans to hug and hug and hug you
Let’s go on the run (Ooh, ooh)
Let’s go on the run
It’s time to hit the road
We got one place to go (Ooh, ooh)

[Bridge: Chance the Rapper]
(Ooh)
Ooh, ooh

[Verse 4: Chance the Rapper]
Don’t hyperventilate
Keep the lyric cool like Cole Bennett Lemonade
The boy got aluminum foil on his dinner plate
Lot of matcha and lattes when it’s gettin’ late
The mattress just can’t inflate
Walk out like a zombie from the stu’ and assimilate
Humans to simulate
Went into the bed close the lights and dim the drapes
Always Matt Damon when you come Jimmy Kimmel late
Tryna fill the shoes Nick Cannon wear, rental skates
Piss like urinal cakes
I’m ready, I’m finna take the long ride home like the end of a limo date
Rolled the window down so hard that the window break
And toss out my demo tape

[Outro]
Ooh, ooh



Kevin Gates – Sober State of Mind Lyrics



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[Verse 1]
Structure, pick up pieces to the puzzle
And I don’t have a problem following the right instruction
Sober state of mind, everybody ’round me druggin’
Had to go and grind, everybody ’round me hustlin’
See I wanna shine, but they shit on me for nothin’
I was broke, but in front the hoe, shit on me in public
Talk about me foul, it was sickening to my stomach
Make me wanna draw down, you know, jump out, go to bustin’
It’s gon’ take a while, this big bitch, it hold a hundred
Nick Cannon with percussion, with two sticks, I go to drummin’
A lot of niggas I know, fucked the bitch that I was lovin’
Utterly rejected, made me feel like I was nothin’
I’m the butt of the Joke, had me feeling like a sucker
And when I come around, they look at each other and chuckle
Following my heart, I got my mind made up
It’s nowhere else from here but run the money way up

[Chorus]
I’ve been dying inside for a long time now
Crying out loud, but I’m all cried out
Striving to survive, I took the wrong way out
But they’ll say I’m the greatest when it all play out
Dying inside, tryna turn the game around
You don’t know what I done been through, please don’t throw your weight around
All my life it been a struggle, I let everyone down, and felt like giving up, when I was all prayed out

[Verse 2]
Tryna leave the game alone and get along with my life
I’m tryna marry something fresh here, no longer my height
I did some wrongs and some rights, I’m in the Rover all night
Up and focused on types, new three-fifty on ice
May peace be with the fallen soldiers, pouring lean over ice
Pointing fingers all day, in different stereotypes
Took a brick and broke it down, sell it to straight to an importer
I’m tryna find out what I’m getting, I’m respected, I’m important
I’m connected, giving orders, I can stretch it when I’m chargin’
I just pull up in a foreign, say a lot, I just was walkin’
Nigga, fuck you, you just talkin’, we get stronger, moving sharper
Now I’m smarter, moving cautious, with the tint on the window
Say you love me, hold it down and don’t pretend on a nigga
I protected you for real, that mean I’m really your nigga
Blessed you with two-fifty, bitch get back in the building
Get the strap, take twenty flat, you better not rat on a nigga

[Chorus]
I’ve been dying inside for a long time now
Crying out loud, but I’m all cried out
Striving to survive, I took the wrong way out
But they’ll say I’m the greatest when it all play out
Dying inside, tryna turn the game around
You don’t know what I done been through, please don’t throw your weight around
All my life it been a struggle, I let everyone down, and felt like giving up, when I was all prayed out

Desiigner – Zombie Walk (feat. King Savage) letras

[Intro: Desiigner]
Get out my way
Fuck nigga talk, get the fuck out my face
Chopper been loaded, the drum in our way
Drum on the K

[Verse 1: Desiigner]
I’m not letting no nigga g-get in my way
Fuck nigga talk, he get hit with the K
The chopper been loaded, the drum on the K
Thought I went crazy, but back in my way
You could get hit up, just watch what you say
Don’t fuck with the 12, we got 12 in the gauge
Niggas getting hit up, bodies getting zipped up
Niggas start feelin’ a couple of ways
Damian Lillard, blaze
Smoking on dope, haze
Flex on the bitch, Johnny Cage
Got infrared beam on the stage
The coco, the chronic, cocaine
Feelin’ like I’m Lil Wayne
Lot of codeine, hid it from the from the gang
Hit it, hit it, hey
Chill in the trap for the winter
Pockets fuller than that nigga
Niggas be talking that wigga
I’ma keep stackin’ my jigga
Lot of killers in the way
Young nigga tryna get up
Pick up, four, get up
Pussy, forget her
And I got bad bitch, she with me
Twisting my weed and she rolling my swisher
I got her mom in the kitchen
Bout to go in the back room with her sister
I’m the man, I’m the nigga
Niggas didn’t know I’m that nigga
Some niggas not them real niggas
Got to watch out for them niggas

[Hook: Desiigner]
Zombie walk, no control
Lotta chopper, let it blow
Zombie walk, no control, let it blow
Lotta chopper, no control, zombie walk
Zombie walk, no control
Lotta chopper, let it blow
Zombie walk, no control, let it blow
Lotta chopper, no control, zombie walk

[Verse 2: King Savage]
I’m just smoking on dope and it’s fucking my brains
I’m sipping on Henny, it got me enraged
I’m riding ‘round town in them Rari’s and Range
Your bitch on my dick and she giving me play
Savage nigga, like to play with them things
He got a big missile, and he aiming for brains
I don’t trust niggas, all them niggas fugazi
I don’t shop on a budget, I’m just getting the cake
My niggas fucked up the cake
They do anything, they switching them lanes
I stay with Scottie Pippen
Leave your body limpin’ when I find that you fucked with the Jakes
Pass me the K, bullets put face on the pave
Chopper put niggas in graves
Bullets put face on the pave
Chopper put niggas in graves
I’m sipping on Actavis
I call that that the drink
Nick Cannon, got the drum
I think that that the beat
I keep that thing on me
No you can’t hang with me
The chopper go bang with me
Them niggas can’t hang with me

[Hook: Desiigner]
Zombie walk, no control
Lotta chopper, let it blow
Zombie walk, no control, let it blow
Lotta chopper, no control, zombie walk
Zombie walk, no control
Lotta chopper, let it blow
Zombie walk, no control, let it blow
Lotta chopper, no control, zombie walk