Everybody's Something (feat. Saba & BJ the Chicago Kid) - Chance The Rapper Feat. Lil Wayne & 2 Chainz

(It's 2:00 a.m., and the place is gonna close) Yeah, time to shut it on down baby, you know what I'm sayin'? (The bartender looks as though he knows) You sure you want to do this shit tonight Because it might hurt baby, you know what I'm sayin'? (Everybody's, everybody's been at home) Might hurt you when I, get up in the morning and leave, you know what I mean (Here we sit) Take that walk, you know what I mean? (Yeah) Slammin', when I hit you up, I'm talkin' 'bout bangin' something Chill off in your crib and have a thing, probably make it stank or somethin' Girl you like my bottom bitch, post my bail, pay for my lawyer Play your position when them other hoes get out of order When you wanna give me that pussy, you purchase a plane ticket Run around town when I bust her down, they want shit like them lames did it Got her dick-whipped, my dick smeared with lipstick Basically if this bitch lay with me, she payin' me, I'm on some pimp shit For real, it's 2:00 a.m., club was 'bout to close up Thumbing through my contacts 'bout to call one of my hoes up Then I met you, kicked game and followed you to the breakfast spot Fucked you like I married you that night up in the Marriott Screaming like you got your cherry popped Fucking, switching up positions Thought this shit would never stop, motherfuck an intermission Damn! (Here we are again) Baby, gotta take that walk now (take that walk) It ain't gotta be the walk of shame, baby But that's only if you know the game, baby Later I can't be the one to blame, baby But for now, take the walk of shame, baby It ain't gotta be the walk of shame, baby But that's only if you know the game, baby Later I can't be the one to blame, baby But for now, take the walk of shame, baby Straight slammin', sleepin' with pistols under my pillow We wake and bake, she up naked, twistin' up cigarillos I beat that Thursday night and Friday morning, off to work she go Time to take that walk, just take this dick, don't take it personal Your friends probably gonna call you a ho, what you trippin' on? Them bitches want a grip from the same dick you be sitting on And your girl Monique, she be hitting me when her nigga gone Trying to buy some weed, she proceed with nothing but Vicky's on Nothing but ass and titties, but I let that ass convince me Took it in that, hit that, wish I could say it was accidentally Like I stepped on a banana peel and fell in that pussy Y'all niggas be spending all kind of scrill to get in that pussy And she cop a seven every Friday Chuck the deuces at her baby daddy as I pulled up out the drive-way For real (here we are again) Here we go again, back in yo' pussy, nigga, you know what I'm saying? It ain't got to be the walk of shame, baby But that's only if you know the game, baby Later I can't be the one to blame, baby But for now take the walk of shame, baby It ain't got to be the walk of shame, baby But that's only if you know the game, baby Later I can't be the one to blame, baby But for now take the walk of shame, baby Here we are again

Hey, so I really wanted Juice to be on the mixtape But I couldn't, uh, get it cleared in time But, everytime you play this track all the way through All the streaming proceeds go directly to social work So, run this back and play it all the way through Uh, again, I really appreciate you guys being here Since day one and uh, yeah, album is comin' real soon Ah!

The highs and the lows The highs, the lows I'm an emotional rollercoaster (ah) With highs so high, could put Bol Bol on a poster (mm) But when the bread get low like four loaves in a toaster Or the shoulders can get cold as ten toes in Nova Scotia Some days I hold a grudge, some days I Holy Ghost her Some days I just ghost her, some days I'm supposed to The crib feel like a gunfight, but them strollers, that's the holster (huh) We can make amends over old memes and mimosas My mama know I ain't make my bed, but I'ma lay in it Whether it's sandpaper, suede linen Whether I'm alone or Creole lady marmalade-ing it The same pajamas I was afraid in, I boogeyman slayed My blankets concealed my blade in it, emotional seesaw With two fat motherfuckers with strong knees in free fall (huh) It's cloudy with a chance of meatballs, I checked the weather I gave all my vices a call, let's get together To talk about the highs and lows, the ups and downs The friends that I had to hide to come around They told me that I knew you'd always come around Come around, come around, come around, come around To work out the highs and lows, the ups and downs No need to hide disguises comin' down Go and get high, I promise you're comin' down Comin' down, comin' down, comin' down, comin' down When it's hard to keep your eyes on the road (eyes on the road) And you feel your back's on the ropes (with your backs against the ropes) You gotta take the highs with the lows (the highs with the lows) You gotta take the highs with the lows (yeah, yeah) You're lost, and you're runnin' out of hope (you're runnin' out of hope) Lookin' for the best way to cope (for the best ways to cope) Just know we all been there before (we all been there) You gotta take the highs with the lows (badmon) I was feelin' lifeless, I had to cut my vices (I had to) Now the feelin' that I feel is priceless In the spirit, want me to be righteous But I know I might just relapse, get sucked in these devices Got so used to feedback, I couldn't tell what mines is (word) Sometimes all the outside noise just really blinds us Beware (facts), believe none of what you see and half of what you hear (right) The best things in life on the opposite side of fear I swear I see it clear, like after the storm Still, you can't stop the rain like the Loose Ends' song My word is bond like James, yo, I couldn't complain (nah) 'Cause even when I did, niggas really couldn't feel my pain (uh) That's the type of shit to drive a nigga insane Wanna be numb, now your thumb back flickin' the flame Back to square one, tryna overcome what you became Like they was right, I guess you're never gon' change, I guess you never gon' When it's hard to keep your eyes on the road (your eyes on the road) You start to feel your back on the ropes (your back 'gainst the ropes) You gotta take the highs with the lows (the highs with the lows) You gotta take the highs with the lows (the highs with the lows) You're lost, and you're runnin' out of hope (and you're runnin' out of hope) And you lookin' for the best way to cope (the best way to cope) Just know we all been there before (we all been there) You gotta take the highs with the lows (the highs with the lows) To talk about the highs and lows, the ups and downs The friends that I had to hide to come around They told me that I knew you'd always come around Come around, come around, come around, come around To work out the highs and lows, the ups and downs (the ups and downs) No need to hide disguises comin' down (comin' down) Go and get high, I promise you're comin' down Comin' down, comin' down, comin' down, comin' down Buck, buck, buck, brr, Chano Chance The Rapper, Josif Badmon (yes, yes) You done know this Big up to the youth dem All the youth dem worldwide (all the youth dem are the truth dem) Yes, and the most high, praise the most high Chano Fuck Mussolini with his dead ass Fuck, fuck, fuck

Wait, kringle bells all the way Ayy, on your heels, girl make that shake (shake, shake, shake) Ayy, got 'bout three hoes on my sleigh And tryna tee up Christmas day Won't you, won't you kringle bells all the way Ayy, got them bells all on her shake (shake, shake, shake, shake) Got 'bout three hoes on the way Ayy, got 'bout three hoes in my sleigh, ayy Legs up Hello, kitty (hell yeah) I wanna prove (ah yeah) It's cuffing season (hell yeah) But you got a man (yeah, yeah) Tell him get (spread up) I'm in the spirit (yeah, yeah) So who's is it? (Say it now) I don't play (legs up) See my face (hell yeah) Have a seat (oh, yeah) Make a plate (hell yeah) She can't wait (yeah, yeah) Still awake (spread up) To open gifts (yeah, yeah) It's Christmas Day (say it now) Ayy, kringle bells all the way (all the way) Ayy, on your heels, girl, make that shake (I make it shake) Got 'bout three hoes on my sleigh (up on my sleigh) And tryna tee up Christmas day (on Christmas day) Won't you, won't you kringle bells all the way? (All the way) Ayy, got them bells all on her shake (on Christmas day) Got 'bout three hoes on the way (I brought them away) Ayy, got 'bout three hoes in my sleigh I'll keep you close, howlin' in snow Call your Santa Claus That's what Christmas for Hey, I got three hoes on the way (on the way) Got 'bout three hoes on my sleigh (I make it sleigh) They tryna tee up Christmas Day (on Christmas Day) They tryna tee up Christmas Day (on Christmas Day) Tell them jingle bells all the way (up all the way) Bells are hangin', damn they shake (and make it shake) I got three hoes on the way (up on the way) They tryna tee up Christmas day (on Christmas Day) Just tell me which floor, should I get off? And I'll be right there to set it off I'll be right there to deck the halls Either your love or none at all And your presence is a present for me For Christmas or just because It's either your love or none at all Either your love or none at all Christmas Oh, I love Christmas Being obligated to buy shit for people at a certain time in the year I buy Christmas gifts, but just, just 'cause you're supposed to, Jesus Autotune that for me Jesus Consumerism Jesus' Birthday I swear to God, if you leave my raw vocals like that We not friends anymore Autotune my shit and put them Put them Travis Scott effects on my shit

Yo, It's the return of the gifted gift-er The secret Santa grab bag sifter The Grinch sled hanging off the ledge Dead lifter The best thrifter The tear jerker The Santa's little helper Employee of the year worker The smile bringer The joy inside the child lingers The boy inside the crowd proud he's a loud singer The whole choir The bowtie-er The snow plow and the snow tires The coat buyer The "Aw you shouldn't have"-er The Birkin Bagger The gifted rapper They told me it's the thought that Counts but really It's the count that matters Accountant hacker Bank amount countin backwards a thousand smackers It's the return of Chris Kringle that piss singles That shit tingles Sending checks twice cause the names on the list wrinkled My chips Pringle My chips bingo My green mean go Your green means slow It's the young born again Good hood ornament With a little chicken like a Cornish hen Amazon ordering Cohiba importer Evergreen watering Wrapping all night will he ever bring the chorus in Fire place bright like I threw ten menorahs And ten more kinaras and a whole fucking forest in I'll buy the doll and the mall that the store is in I'll hide the presents and the dresser and the drawer is in My dog doin moves he said "this shit is on the floor again" Feds was on his trail but he got 50 names in Oregon I bought cases bigger than the suits that you see Lori in James still sitting but I'm sending a Delorean Look it's Mr. Christmas Bonus Mr. Made his brother's bands, Mr. Nicholas Jonas Mr. big cahones But bigger heart that's where the homeless' home is The home alone kid Its the return of Kevin McCallister The Swiss Mister The hot chocolate mixer That gets pictures The big, big cousin miss-er The quick fixer The Wiz Oz big blizzard, the big gifter