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Chance The Rapper - The Highs & The Lows Lyrics
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[ Featuring Joey Bada$$ ]

Hey
The highs and the lows (mmh)
The highs, the lows

I'm an emotional rollercoaster (agh)
Where high so high could put Bol Bol on a poster
But when the bread get low like four loafs and a toaster
Or the shoulders can get cold as ten toes in Nova Scotia
Some days I hold a grudge, some days I holy ghoster
Some days I just ghost her, some days I'm supposed to
The crib feel like a gun fight
But them strollers, that's the holster (huh)
We can make amends over old means and mimosas
My momma know I ain't make my bed, but I'ma lay in it
Whether there's sandpaper, suede linen
Whether I'm alone or Creole lady marmaladin' it
The same pajamas I was afraid in, I boogeyman slayed
My blankets conceal my blade in it, emotional seesaw
With two fat motherf*ckers with strong knees and free fallin' (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
And the friends that I had to hide to come around
They told me that I know you'd always come around
Come around, come around, come around, come around (yeah)
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 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 back's 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 mine's is (what?)
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 (eyes on the road)
You start to feel your back on the road (your back 'gainst the road)
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)
Lost and you're runnin' out of hope (and you're runnin')
Lookin' for the best way to cope (best way to cope)
You know me, I 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 ups and downs)
The friends that I had to hide to come around (to come around)
They told me that I know 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 (I'm comin' down)
Go and get high, I promise you comin' down
Comin' down, comin' down, comin' down, comin' down

Mmh (brrt)
Jah know
Chance The Rapper, Joseph Badmon (yes, yes)
Yuh dun know s- (brrt)
Big up to the yute dem
All di yute dem worldwide
(Ah di yute dem ah di truth dem
Yes and The Most High
Praise to Most High (Jah know, woo)
F*ck Mussolini with his dead ass
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck
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Hey
The highs and the lows (mmh)
The highs, the lows

I'm an emotional rollercoaster (agh)
Where high so high could put Bol Bol on a poster
But when the bread get low like four loafs and a toaster
Or the shoulders can get cold as ten toes in Nova Scotia
Some days I hold a grudge, some days I holy ghoster
Some days I just ghost her, some days I'm supposed to
The crib feel like a gun fight
But them strollers, that's the holster (huh)
We can make amends over old means and mimosas
My momma know I ain't make my bed, but I'ma lay in it
Whether there's sandpaper, suede linen
Whether I'm alone or Creole lady marmaladin' it
The same pajamas I was afraid in, I boogeyman slayed
My blankets conceal my blade in it, emotional seesaw
With two fat motherf*ckers with strong knees and free fallin' (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
And the friends that I had to hide to come around
They told me that I know you'd always come around
Come around, come around, come around, come around (yeah)
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 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 back's 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 mine's is (what?)
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 (eyes on the road)
You start to feel your back on the road (your back 'gainst the road)
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)
Lost and you're runnin' out of hope (and you're runnin')
Lookin' for the best way to cope (best way to cope)
You know me, I 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 ups and downs)
The friends that I had to hide to come around (to come around)
They told me that I know 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 (I'm comin' down)
Go and get high, I promise you comin' down
Comin' down, comin' down, comin' down, comin' down

Mmh (brrt)
Jah know
Chance The Rapper, Joseph Badmon (yes, yes)
Yuh dun know s- (brrt)
Big up to the yute dem
All di yute dem worldwide
(Ah di yute dem ah di truth dem
Yes and The Most High
Praise to Most High (Jah know, woo)
F*ck Mussolini with his dead ass
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck
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Writer: Chancelor Bennett, Clarence Burke, Dexter Coleman, Gregory Fowler, Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Copyright: Lyrics © I WROTE THIS MYSELF, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.


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