[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
Today I miss my workout, but it worked out
Now I’m missing work now, but it worked out
Had to buy a crib, ‘fore I bought my first house
Had my first kid, I love how she turned out
I love how she turned up, even if I’m burned out
I’ma have so many seeds, I could have a birdhouse
Send my love on they mama, I hope it work out
I hope it work out

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
Luckily, my ex uh-guh-ly
I don’t eat, so she can’t get no lunch with me
I don’t reach, so she can’t get in touch with me
Can’t be buds with me
Don’t know what to be
She gon’ cuss at me
Told her “give it a rest,” so I keep custody
Keep it all side-eyes and side-hugs with me
I know that my girl’s trust is a luxury
I don’t want my next album sounding all Usher-y
But I must confess, I must confess
For every single ex, I want the best
I really wish you nothing but success
I know it’s gonna work out

[Bridge: Chance The Rapper]
Doesn’t it get dark, right before the sun peaks
And bears his face, and doesn’t it get so hard to breathe
But it’s gonna work out, it’s gonna work out
With nothing left to give, with nothing left to say
For no one says their wrongs, or sets the record straight

[Verse 2: Francis and the Lights & Chance The Rapper]
But it’s gonna work out, it’s gonna work out, it’s gonna work out
That sh*t must hurt now, but I’m with her now
Don’t need closure now, just keep the shirt now
Sorry you were led to believe (whew)
Bunch of different stories that was never to be
No you isn’t ugly I just said it to be
Funny we both know that you look better than me
Sorry I started runnin’ when you ran into me
I’m just tryna be the kinda man I’ma be
And I’m getting better gotta hand it to me
Seem to always workout when you hand it to G

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
Today I miss my workout, but it worked out
Now I’m missing work now, but it worked out
Had to buy a crib, ‘fore I bought my first house
Had my first kid, I love how she turned out
I love how she turned up, even if I’m burned out
I’ma have so many seeds, I could have a birdhouse
Send my love on they mama, I hope it works out
I hope it works out

[Verse 3]
I believe in long distant love, God that’s above, bond that’s so strong can’t let y’all bald headed-
Y’all Interrupt
You all in a rush
We all gon’ meet up in the up, in the up-per room
If I run into em’, I’ll be ru-running to em’
We could re-run the show, we can re-bump into em’
Maybe we read the wrong one, we could re-jump the broom
If we read the wrong one, baby we jump the broom
I’m ready to be groomed
I’m ready to assume the position is filled
I was read’ since the womb
I was not made for this, this was made for me
And it’s gonna work out

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
Today I miss my workout, but it worked out
Now I’m missing work now, but it worked out
Had to buy a crib, ‘fore I bought my first house
Had my first kid, I love how she turned out
I love how she turned up, even if I’m burned out
Ima have so many seeds, I could have a birdhouse
Send my love on they mama, I hope it works out
I hope it works out

[Verse 1]
My circuits have blown
I know it’s self imposed
And all I have shared, and all I have loved
Is all I’ll ever own

But something has changed
I feel so alive
My life just blew up, I’d give it all up
I’ll depressurise

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, oh, oh, ten thousand miles left on the road
Oh, oh, oh, five-hundred hours ’till I am home

[Chorus]
I need something human, human
Human, human

[Verse 2]
Let’s face all our fears
Come out of the shade
Let’s burn all the money, absolve all the lies
And wake up unscathed

The big picture’s gone
Replaced with visions of you
Now life can begin, I’ve cleansed all my sins
I’m about to break through

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, oh, oh, five thousand miles left on the road
Oh, oh, oh, two-hundred hours till I am home

[Chorus]
I need something human, human
Human, human

[Bridge]
And I need the touch
And something human, human

[Pre-Chorus]
Less than a mile left on the road
I will be crawling though your door
I need something human, human
Human, human

[Outro]
And I need your love
And something human, human

[Intro: Southside & Baka Not Nice]
Southside, Southside, Southside
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
My life off a beam
My life off a beam
I just spilled a drink all on my jeans
I-I just spend like 15 on these jeans
Popped the Bentley then I spread my wings
Fucked a bitch named Brittany, she so mean
My bitch so leaned out, she on her knees
I pour up a that dirty on lean

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Bought a Bentley coupe
I fuckin’ bought like two (hold up)
Sunset in my key
Your bitch on her knee
Your bitch gave me key
Your bitch know the key
Your bitch on that white
Your hoe oversea
Molly be her beam
Molly be her beam
Miley Cyrus girl, (hold up)
Why these hoes on lean (hold up)
Why that boy on lean, yeah
Why that boy so clean
Hoe don’t talk to me
Hoe don’t talk to me

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
My life off a beam
My life off a beam
I just spilled a drink all on my jeans
I-I just spend like 15 on these jeans
Popped the Bentley then I spread my wings
Fucked a bitch named Brittany, she so mean
My bitch so leaned out, she on her knees
I pour up a that dirty on lean

[Verse 2: Rich Brian & Playboi Carti]
My life off a beam
Out of frequency (frequencies)
I just fucked a bitch named Wendy, she’s so mean (she’s so mean)
I just fucked a bitch, yes siamese (siamese)
P-pull up, make a scene, I collect my fee, uh
When I make a move, light is all always green, uh
I just hit it once, she became a fiend
Gri-grindin’ all up on me, juices on my jeans (on my jeans)
Laser beamin’ galaxy
That bitch flat, B.O.B
I’m on Neptunes, Pusha T
We got Murda on the beat (what?)
Ayy, my life off a beam (off a beam) (yeah)
Two bitches siamese, uh (siamese) (pss, pss, yeah)
Beam out the galaxy (galaxy) (yeah)
Yoshi City, Yung Lean (Yung Lean) (what?)

[Refrain]
There’s a way, out of no way
Swear I know everything’s gonna be okay
So you know
There’s a way, out of no way
Swear I know everything’s gonna be okay
Gonna be okay
There’s a way, out of no way
Swear I know everything’s gonna be okay
So you know
There’s a way, out of no way
Swear I know everything’s gonna be okay
Gonna be okay

[Verse 1]
I can spare a rib to get my baby back
I just wanna fall asleep with my baby, yeah
So I don’t wake up wonder where my baby at
I wonder if we’d make it back
I wonder can I pay her back, be her baby dad
65th and Ingleside
Way before Jamie got his jingles right
I was sleeping with you every single night
But I was still tryna act single right
65th and Ingleside
I was stacking chips like bingo night
I didn’t have to pay for a single light
So I’ma make sure everything go right

[Refrain]
There’s a way, out of no way
Swear I know everything’s gonna be okay
So you know
There’s a way, out of no way
Swear I know everything’s gonna be okay
Gonna be okay

[Verse 2]
Your sister owned the house we lived in
On the east side that you rented
Little two flat, inexpensive
I didn’t have a glove to pitch in
I didn’t have a pot to piss in
Not to mention Ingle city
Not a lot of jobs with pensions
All my raps was bout suspension
Then one day Donald took me on tour
Young broke Chano ain’t broke no more
Thought you wouldn’t want me come and knock on your doorstep
But I still haven’t given you what’s yours yet
65th and Ingleside
Moved downtown for a single life
None of my stars ever twinkled bright
‘Till God decide to come bring you by

[Refrain]
There’s a way, out of no way
Swear I know everything’s gonna be okay
So you know
There’s a way, out of no way
Swear I know everything’s gonna be okay
Gonna be okay

[Verse 3]
Where’s the return on investment?
My friends saying ‘Nah!’
That shit was played unless you were here playing the car
We hit the Shell station, I tell you stay in the car
Back in the spot, don’t put it in park
Leave that bitch running in case I come running
And skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, grab the gold scar
Better get late ‘fore it’s dark
Kensli couldn’t play in the park
Now she can play in the stars
High rise, eye to eye with firework
So high your ears fire, they might’ve burst
Every time they buy a verse, I buy a purse
But you can’t buy back time, it’s just not how it works
Three jobs, you afforded the crib
Fuck child support, you supported the kid
A full rack a month, nothing short of my rib
So you first up, go and order a dib
My big homie told me “Nigga growth and development
Go and settle down, don’t settle for settlement”
She got you closer to God than you two ever been
She moved over from Evanston, you moved over from Eggleston
First lady you knew you came there
Got shit sunny now you can’t share
New Dad step in you can’t stare
You know the power in a woman that could lead you in prayer
On 65th and Ingleside
Feel like you can remember every single lie
Truth is I just really need your finger size
So I can make sure they make the ring so tight

[Refrain]
There’s a way, out of no way
Swear I know everything’s gonna be okay
So you know
There’s a way, out of no way
Swear I know everything’s gonna be okay
Gonna be okay

[Intro: Jamie Foxx & Chance The Rapper]
Fuck you, fu-u-u-u-u-uck, fuck fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck fuck you (Yep, now now)
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck fuck you (Nah nah, no)

[Verse 1]
I ain’t no activist, I’m the protagonist
I don’t co-captain it, I fly solo like one cup in the cabinet
The cab is the cabinet, they trust me at landing it
They call me the advocate, they’ll slide like the abacus
Boy meets world, everybody been savages
I just want to really know how much a drill shooter averages
I’m not no nice guy I’m just a good guy
The bad guys should really stay on my good side
I smell my roses younger than the good die
The Illuminati couldn’t see me with they good eye
They think they Heath Ledger scary, they just Jack Nichols
I’m a sign to my city like the Bat-Signal
Young chosen one, golden boy, De La Hoya
It ain’t too many me’s, rest in peace to Verne Troyer
I was younger then I seemed as a kid
I mean my G17 18 in the head
I mean I’m only 25 but I’m Motown 25
Bet I get a statue in my hometown when I die
And Rahm you done I’m expectin’ resignation
An open investigation on all of these paid vacations for murderers

[Interlude]
Fuck you, oh o-o-oh
Fuck you, fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck you-ou-ou
Fu-fu-fu-fu fu, fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu
Fuck you, oh o-o-oh
Fuck you, fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck you-ou-ou
Fu-fu-fu-fu fu, fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu
Fuck you, fu-u-u-u-u-uck, fuck fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck, fuck fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck, fuck fuck you

[Verse 2]
I don’t get no paper I gotta sign at the bottom
Still in my bag like the fries at the bottom
And I can’t do nothing right, they gon’ always be at me
I missed a Crain’s interview, they tried leaking my addy
I donate to the schools next, they call me a deadbeat daddy
But Sun-Times gettin’ that Rauner business
I got a hit-list so long I don’t know how to finish
I bought the Chicagoist just to run you racist bitches out of business
Speaking of racist, fuck your microaggressions
I’ll make you fix your words like a typo suggestion
Pat me on the back too hard and Pat’ll ask for your job
And in unrelated news, someone’ll beat your ass at your job
I’m the real deal
Who taught all these rappers that a big deal’s not a big deal?
Inherited the earth, popped them wheelies on a big wheel
My enemy lives in his mother’s basement
That’s why my videos don’t got no Baphomet product placement
I’m a real one
The honey is sweet, the apple’s bitter
They’ll try to convince you you stronger without your woman than when you with her
And tell you they kidding while Twitter trashing your litter
I know the devil’s a liar
I know that players is quitters, I heard you hire your hitters
I know the higher the bidder, that mean the less on return
So I just hire a sitter
I’m not no boss nigga, I’m a soldier
Kingdom builder, man somebody shoulda told ya
Fuck you

[Outro: Jamie Foxx]
Fuck you, fu-u-u-u-u-uck, fuck fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck, fuck fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck, fuck fuck you