Chance The Rapper - Lonely Thoughts (DJ Clyde Blend) lyrics

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper] Yeah I see the gun but it's a pellet Yeah the ball is in your court, but it's appellate They sayin Acid was an album retail it I said I got way too much soul for me to sell it That's why godfather tied the cape on my shoulders Said save em from false prophets and wolves in sheeps' clothing I'm a little too hard to be slept on I'm a little too sharp to be stepped on A little too Pac for the septum I'm so pretty I make mirrors blush I spit the sh** in a party to make your ear adjust I'm a parapalegic parrot with a pair of crutches in a no fly zone On the phone talking bout how Bush trying to disparage us There's a metaphor if I expound There's a better score in the next round Me and raps go together like donuts and fresh ground Coffee, I'm awfully softly spoken In Autumn, fall leaf clovin My posters on dry wall and my banners are star spangled My demons get charred, mangled, Chancelor the Archangel I don't pray for chart singles I grab life by the ankle like Kurt Angle And ask it if it's ticklish Ask me if that's ridiculous I'm a meticulous fickle dude That just happens to spit a little bit And you can tell I rapped this off my phone Cause you can hear that ringtone in the background but I'm in the zone