Songtext Back to the go Chance The Rapper

Back to the go

I made a mistake, I lost a home
Not like a mortgage but more like a foster home
Supposed to be two parents, but now I'm across the globe and screaming across the phone
A dog that just lost its bone
I'm back at the bachelor pad
Chicken scratch on the pad
I got a fix for a itch and I be scratching it bad
In the kitchen flippin' the script like a spatula ad
Was packing my bags
Once I unpack, I'm back in my bag
Square one, ground zero
The homeless hometown hero
I was transient only in the family sense
And in the past tense, maybe I was absent
I stopped doing acid but I've been keeping tabs
Since them London hoes with asses said that they love my accent
No, I'm not demanding, baby, I was just asking
Now I'm in the Raq, I used to be culde-saxon
Not because they taxing, baby, it was an exit

I fall on my face sometimes
I look at myself, I cry sometimes
I need a little space myself
I pick up myself, I'm right sometimes
Tell Mama I'm back in my room
I'll be packing up soon, I just need to lay low
Anyone asks if you seen me, say, "No"
Been around the board, now I'm back to the Go

I made paint from out the pain
Sometimes you washed the stains out in the rain
Some people pulled they fame from out the flames
Me, I'm like Lorraine, I came from out the frame
My memories photographic
My slow dances was magic, my romances was tragic
My real life feel like a still life
Back on the canvas just to see what it feel like
Pull counter, stiff right, nigga, no time to dodge
Took some time pumping iron in my Mom's garage
Then I'm back to the future, this a time machine
Back on my feet, this a Thai massage
Surprise, it's the boy from the premature burial
Fresh off the boat with a story and a stereo
You bound to see tears if you ball enough
They say the harder you fall if you tall enough, and I fall

I fall on my face sometimes
I look at myself, I cry sometimes
I need a little space myself
I pick up myself, I'm right sometimes
Tell Mama I'm back in my room
I'll be packing up soon, I just need to lay low
Anyone asks if you seen me, say, "No"
Been around the board, now I'm back to the Go

I was headstrong till I woke up, all the meds gone
We was grown, acting childish, chasing the redbone
Shit, I thought that wasn't no biggie, was dead wrong
Now you picking up the crumbs once all of the bread gone
Back at home where them Lords and folks etched in stone
Gang bangin' till chief touched down like Pat Mahomes
Trappin', Travis Kelce, playin' with heavy metal like a Black Sabbath LP
And ain't no taxes on the wealthy
I been eating vegetables more, broccoli, celery
But therapy says my relationship is not as healthy
Then we moved out that lil' apartment
How I'm on Bel Air but we living in my parents' house like Will and Carlton?
Still be arguin' 'bout some old shit, I'm sick of it
I put you in Chanel, but you still trippin' off ridiculousness
Moved you to the West Coast, it ain't about the money though
'Cause even Jeff Bezos's wife got up and left, yo
I can't flex though, I'ma level with you like Dex, yo
My communication abysmal like it was Pepto
Blame it on the internet, techno like Depeche Mode
Stole your heart like a klepto, baby, welcome to death row

I fall on my face sometimes
I look at myself, I cry sometimes
I need a little space myself
I pick up myself, I'm right sometimes
Tell Mama I'm back in my room
I'll be packing up soon, I just need to lay low
Anyone asks if you seen me, say, "No"
Been around the board, now I'm back to the Go