We Go High

Yeah (We love you, love you, love you, God We lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-love you, God We love you, love you, love you, God We lo-lo-love you, lo-love you, God We love you, God, we love you, God, we love you, God We love you, love you, love you, God) My baby momma went celibate Lies on my breath, she say she couldn't take the smell of it Tired of the rumors, every room had an elephant Tryna find her shoes, rummagin' through the skeletons She took away s*x, took me out of my element I tried to do the single-dad mingle-dance At the club with the iron in my wrinkle pants You can fall much faster than you think you can Big hands for my ring, I'ma need a Pringles can I just want the shine back like an Eagles fan My ego like "Ah damn, there he go prayin' again, again, the same ol' thang" I mean I ain't gon' promise that the pain go away And you can take your sweet time, but she ain't gon' wait 'Cause a new coat of paint, don't make the stain go away But he go high, and we go high They go low, we go High, yeah, high, yeah My wife nanny like Fran Drescher Three damn Grammies, my granny like "No pressure" So much style, my stylist got no dresser Fuck going straight to the pros, I'm professor Fuck bein' one of the G.O.A.T.'s, I'm Gotenks Tried to try that with my girl, she "No thanks" Dropped the bomb, I couldn't find a Tom Hanks Got me pressed, tryna find a Von Frank Who the fuck rocked the boat? It's gon' sank Shootin' at me point blank with those blanks They don't take teenage angst at no banks Tried some new hues, like Langston gon' paint You gotta' come harder than that Ah, ah, ah, aah, aah It's two different things, it's too bad, and it's so sad It's too bad, and it's so sad It's two things, it's too bad, and it's so sad We give the glory to you God One livin' true God, he make us Booyah Throw up the woo like U-God They pop up statues and stones, tryna make a new God I don't need a EGOT, as long as I got you God Deep breathe the Wu-Zop Pretty sure I need you in the season, like a flu-shot I just sit and wait, like I'm with Kirsten when she shoe shop Know you always with me, like how Diddy be with Blue Dot Got us movin' 'round without the straps, like a tube-top Got me big comfy like Molly's couch Floatin' 'round the city like Malcolm X, Dali'd out They highly doubt, I guarantee it This the part of my life, my lifetime movie prolly' 'bout When they come to jump a board, I won't ollie out I too was once a snotty nose with a potty mouth One day you get one oak, then pop it out And poppin' out don't seem as popular as just passin' out When time get rationed out you get rational Folks become pageants inside the fashion house They start the clash, and you let 'em hash it out But stay passive, so if they crash you got a fasten belt (huh) Lord bless my lineage, let me be the skinniest Let me get some time with him, let him know who Kenny is Children born in ones you thought like arrows in the hands of a warrior Boy I got an extendo with a long nose like Phineas Kids proud like Penny is, me bein' CC, I need like 20 twins Got her in my family like Indian Fell it in your gut, like when you uppercut Ballchinians Speakin' of guts, her's pokin' out like linean, the red shirt I don't have to teach you a lecture, about how s*x works I found out diamonds make pressure I used to dive head first, just know I had to let go of the flesh first It's true God, this union was for you god We standin' at the at the stoop and want to make it to the rooftop You told us bring some people through, we tried to bring a few God We tried to form a new bar, just tell us what to do God --- We Go High - Chance The Rapper