Chance the Rapper – Let’s Go on the Run Lyrics

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[Intro: Chance the Rapper]
Ooh, ooh
Ooh,  ooh

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Hey  there, lovely sister
Won’t you come home to your mister?
I’ve got plans to hug and kiss ya
I’ve  got plans to hug and hug and hug you
Let’s  go on the run (Ooh, ooh)
Let’s go on the run
It’s  time to hit the road
We got one place to go (Ooh, ooh)

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
Greaseproof, meep-meep, I feel like Road Runner
I get my feet loose
I  got that Superman hidden under my jean suit
Sittin’, just waitin’ for Lois to wanna leave too, me too
I swear we gotta get away anywhere that we can
Just meet me by the water, I’ll be there with the sand
And if it goes left, that’s according to plan
Sometimes you gotta chuck the wagon off at the bend

[Verse 2: Knox Fortune]
She broke up with her boyfriend
The people wanna know what he said
They wanna know the way how
You can break her heart like that
Do you know I could see someone with personality?
Someone who doesn’t think like me
Someone who doesn’t feel like me
I wanna run away now
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
I wanna run away now
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
(Check, check, check)
Ch-Check it out

[Verse 3: Chance the Rapper]
Baby, we dippin’, tell me who’s whippin’
Let’s beat the traffic, give it a whippin’
These niggas lame
They think they different
With all that extra ass advice but don’t nobody listen
Baby, I’ll keep it in ice but we don’t need a tip in
That’s why you passed on open mic when I was only pimpin’
I say we move down to Atlanta, get a big ol’ house
With a giant pair of Timbs just to kick folks out
Get outta here
Ain’t nobody talkin’ to you (Ooh, ooh)
And be unbothered (Ooh, ooh)
And be unbothered
We’ll move farther and farther and farther away (Yeah)

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Hey there, lovely sister
Won’t you come home to your mister?
I’ve got plans to hug and kiss ya
I’ve got plans to hug and hug and hug you
Let’s go on the run (Ooh, ooh)
Let’s go on the run
It’s time to hit the road
We got one place to go (Ooh, ooh)

[Bridge: Chance the Rapper]
(Ooh)
Ooh, ooh

[Verse 4: Chance the Rapper]
Don’t hyperventilate
Keep the lyric cool like Cole Bennett Lemonade
The boy got aluminum foil on his dinner plate
Lot of matcha and lattes when it’s gettin’ late
The mattress just can’t inflate
Walk out like a zombie from the stu’ and assimilate
Humans to simulate
Went into the bed close the lights and dim the drapes
Always Matt Damon when you come Jimmy Kimmel late
Tryna fill the shoes Nick Cannon wear, rental skates
Piss like urinal cakes
I’m ready, I’m finna take the long ride home like the end of a limo date
Rolled the window down so hard that the window break
And toss out my demo tape

[Outro]
Ooh, ooh

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[Verse 1]
Thank Dr. Dre for giving me a chance
Thank that big booty bitch Maliah for that freaky dance
She gave me last night
Jump in a ‘Rari
Pull up to her crib and hit that pussy like a crack pipe
I listen to Dipset, want Cam and Jim to squash it
But how can I say that when I ain’t made up with Fif yet?
I’m watching Power while I benchpress
Four plates on each side, maxed out, 6 reps
On my Drizzy Drake, yeah 6 reps
Rollie with the grizzly face
Mike Conley, is he straight?
Damn right he is
I got platinum and I violate niggas like Chris Lighty did
I make music for all my niggas locked up state
With Blac Chyna on they walls and now they seen a fuck face
Quarter million on the dresser, nigga what safe?
Trigger my alarm and you gon’ run into some duct tape

[Hook]
I’m still here, they said I wasn’t welcome
Came into the game and then everybody felt him
What your life like?
Mine’s bout getting money and bitches
64’s and swishers, popping guns with my niggas
What your life like?
Mines bout listening to Illmatic
In my grandmother’s attic tryna spit above average
What your life like?
Mines bout shedding tears when Pac died
Swimming in money like the Rothschilds
Nigga what your life like?
Nigga what your life like?
Tell me what your life like

[Verse 2]
I done have conversations with Timbo
Passed on a couple Pharrell and Swizz instrumentals
I done wore a two piece tux on Jimmy Kimmel
Then came to the hood and whopped your ass like I was Kimbo
I done lost 20 million on lawyer fees
But I’ma get it back when I sue Jimmy for my royalties
I done had Scott Storch recording me
Drove through Compton with the doors up, ain’t no ignorning me
I done took shots at Jay, I done took shots of ‘gnac
I done took shots for Cedar, five couldn’t drop me flat
RIP to Frog, RIP to Will
He was just as Ill as Will so I know how Nas feel
Nigga I’m the greatest
300 bars was like 15 minutes long, tell me how many times you played it
How many times you had your Documentary stolen and replaced it?
That’s that 5 million out the gate shit

[Hook]
I’m still here, they said I wasn’t welcome
Came into the game and then everybody felt him
What your life like?
Mine’s bout getting money and bitches
64’s and swishers, popping guns with my niggas
What your life like?
Mines bout listening to Illmatic
In my grandmother’s attic tryna spit above average
What your life like?
Mines bout shedding tears when Pac died
Swimming in money like the Rothschilds
Nigga what your life like?
Nigga what your life like?
Tell me what your life like
Tell me what your life like