Chance The Rapper - Missing You Lyrics
[Intro / Outro]In the real world, these just people with ideas[Verse 1]That shit cray that shit deadThat shit fake blast a kidCassius clay at his headAtta boy, atta kidI'ma need a napkin, cook 'em upAnd he gon' need a Aspirin, hook him upNiggas was busy scrappin', put 'em upI was too busy rapping, good as *****Niggas don't act like grown ups when niggas don't get to grow upNiggas don't wanna throw hands that's what made me wanna throw upBut these young gunners ain't nothin' but young stunnersNiggas see you as come ups so niggas just wanna run upNiggas asking what up, I said on my soul I'm a hundredMy niggas stay in the low end the others stay in the hundredsMy daddy throw me the hands and my momma told me to love em'My neighbors told me they hunting I hope I make it through summerThey stole one of my niggas I should have seen that one comingMy priest told me its angels my niggas told me its nothingIm thinking about my nigga he thinking before he dieI’m going to war with fate and I’m going to war with GodI'm burning up all the papers cuz all the reporters liedI call him my lil homie he brought him a .45Brown boys are dying and none of ‘em were for businessAnd all of em' love they mommas and all of they mommas miss em'And this shit is just stupid this shit is *****ing senselessThe news shouldn't support it, this shit is getting expensive[Hook](I don't know why I sleep with my eyes wideHoping that I find you) x3And hoping that I find youI been hoping that I find you(I'm missing you) x5