Back To The Go (feat. VIC MENSA)

歌手： Chance the Rapper VIC MENSA • 专辑：STAR LINE • 发布时间：2025-08-15 
作曲 : Chancelor Bennett, Victor Mensah
 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, the dog that just lost his bone
 I'm back at the bachelor pad, chicken scratch on the pad
 I got a fix for an itch and I be scratching it bad
 In the kitchen flipping 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 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 Iraq I used to be cold as Saxon
 Not because they taxing 

 I fall on my face sometimes
 I look at myself, I cry sometimes
 I need a lil space myself
 I look at myself, I'm right sometimes
 Tell momma I'm back in my room
 I'll be packing up soon I just need to lay low
 Anyone ask, if you see me say "no"
 Been round the board, now I'm back to the go

 I made paint from out the pain
 Sometimes you wash the stains out in the rain
 Some people pulled they fame from out the flames
 Me I'm like Loraine, 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
  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 pre-mature 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

 I fall on my face sometimes
 I look at myself, I cry sometimes
 I need a lil space myself
 I look at myself, I'm right sometimes
 Tell momma I'm back in my room
 I'll be packing up soon I just need to lay low
 Anyone ask, if you see me say "no"
 Been round the board now I'm back to the go

 I was head strong til I woke up all them meds gone
 We was grown acting childish, chasing the redbone
 Shit I thought there wasn't no biggie when dead wrong
 Like you picking up the crumbs once all of the bread gone
 Back at home with etched in stone
 Gangbanging til chief touch down like Pat Mahomes
 Trapping Travis Kelce, playing with heavy metal like a Black Sabbath LP
 And ain't no taxes on no 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 arguing bout some old shit I'm sick of it
 I'd 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 wife got up and left yo
 I can't flex though I'mma level with you like Dex yo
 My communication abysmal like it was Pepto
 Blame it on the internet
 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 lil space myself
 I look at myself, I'm right sometimes
 Tell momma I'm back in my room
 I'll be packing up soon I just need to lay low
 Anyone ask, if you see me say "no"
 Been round the board now I'm back to the go
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