Lyrics Chance The Rapper – One More Cry
Text:
Jeremih:
I’ve been looking for someone I’m gone for
What should I do in the meantime?
Say you can’t live before I find you
Something that I ain’t said in a long time
Front line I was fighting for you
Angels singing in the choir for you
If you wanna
Favorite poem I wrote if for you
Know you know it
Turn it into a song for you
Days go by, I try to bottle these tears inside
There’s one more cry
I cry
Chance the Rapper:
Single-handedly I been taking real good care of me
That shit in my blood like liquor or Cherokee
You know black folk we don’t go to no therapy
Tell ’em keep they two cents give it to charity
Go H.A.M. like Sara Lee
Watch it all go down the drain like merrily, merrily
Legally blind and my friends I see them barely, barely
They say let me holla at you guess that’s why they call them holidays
But Christmas feel like Simba on a Father’s Day
I’m supposed to be the strongest the oldest the leader of our country-ass family
The POTUS the podium come up to my shoulders
I’m short and I’m shook and I’m broke and my favorite voters can’t show up to the polls and you still don’t want me to show emotion and I refuse
‘Cause I love you that’s why
‘Cause I want you that’s why
‘Cause I miss you that’s why
Know I said that was the last one last year
But we both know you deserve one last tear
Jeremih:
Days go by, I try to bottle these tears inside
There’s one more cry
I cry
Chance The Rapper:
Every time I feel the grace it feel like God just said «Hello there.»
Never been to heaven but I know I wanna go there
Carry me through cancer when my auntie didn’t have no hair
Shook me when she left us but my faith did not go nowhere
I’ve been banging on my chest when I cry, flex when I cry
Beat a nigga’s ass when I cry, dance when I cry
Feel like I’m the man when I cry
I won’t let it go, don’t hold it against me
My Auntie Kim told me punch you in your motherfucking mouth if you lie on me
Can’t no pussy ass nigga ever never get down on me
079 they count on me
Tears raining down on me, to the ground on me
Me and God playing tips ’cause he never gonna bounce on me, won’t bounce on me
Tryna find a button-up shirt for your funeral
Tryna find a bunch of answers only you would know
I’m just tryna play my part like a movie role
Need a bitch face-down like it’s You-Gi-Oh!
I ain’t tryna act hard, life’s hard enough
God knows my heart when the cards is tucked
So I ain’t never been scared of no groupie hoe
Though I walk through the valley like Coolio
I’ve been up for days
I ain’t cry for years
Bitch I’m fucking serious
Let em dress where I get my dress
Are you okay sis? Yeah I’m lit
Had to let them live
Had to let them live
See you at the crib
See you at the crib
Jeremih:
Favorite poem I wrote it for you
Know you know it
Turn it into a song for you
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