Back To The Go (Clean)

Back To The Go (Clean) - Chance the Rapper/Vic Mensa

Lyrics by：Chancelor Bennett/Victor Mensah

Composed by：Chancelor Bennett/Victor Mensah

Produced by：Stix, Ephra

I made a mistake I lost a home

Not like a mortgage but more like a foster home

Supposed to be 2 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 scratchin' 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

No time to dodge

Took some time pumping iron in my Moms 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

& 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 head strong 'til I woke up all them meds gone

We was grown acting childish chasing the redbone

**** 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 our lords and folks 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 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 arguing 'bout some old **** 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 techno like Depeche Mode

Stole your heart like a clepto 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