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[Intro: Chance the Rapper]
Yup
And we back (Igh)
Na-na-na (Igh)
[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
If you blink you might miss it
You gotta click it or ticket
You gotta go get to gettin’ before it’s gone
End it quickly as it begun
Life is short as a midget, but mine’s a little LeBron
Been a minute‚ since Eminem was a blonde
I need a peace prize‚ mom‚ invented the bomb
A nigga wanted more, I would only sit on the lawn
A nigga up next like Charlize scented colognes
I’m ’bout to book a show at the Dimmsdale Dimmadome
I still could hit up Sony today and get a loan
And shout out to Miss Sylvia Rhone, we get along
But that boy advance gotta be bigger than Diddy Kong
I need stock and it gotta be Pippy Long
Can’t stop‚ won’t stop boppin’ like Diddy’s song
My next tour, it got eight legs like daddy long
I’m ’bout to have two kids that like daddy’s song
[Chorus: John Legend]
We can’t be out here pleasin’ everybody (Oh, I…)
We know who we are (Oh‚ yeah)
And if you with me, then I’m with you darlin’ (Yeah)
Baby, all day long (Come on, come on)
Baby, all day long (Oh, I…)
Baby, all day long (Yeah)
Baby, all day long
[Interlude: Chance the Rapper]
This is, this is the day
Took it the scenic route, but this is the way
That’s old news, baby, this is today
They gon’ miss us today, you a missus today
This is, this is the day
Took it the scenic route, but this is the way
That’s old news, baby, this is today
They gon’ miss us today, you a missus today
[Verse 2: Chance the Rapper]
Backyard blasted, dance ’til it’s grassless
Patio glass, the mazel tov cocktails
Bomb, b-bombastic, used to drop acid
Marley come soon, I only drop classics
Everyone ask when that heat gon’ drop
When that knee gon’ drop, when is he gon’ pop
The question we all got, ’cause this could be our block
You’re livin’ in a glass house, we can see y’all clocks
But I can see you from the other side, see y’all rocks
And we could’ve been Magneto, if you see our locks
But we share with the world, not just fans
Come out clean lookin’ like we jumped the broom and the dustpan
So now we’re scared and we actin’ out
Dame Dash champagne, in the back a towel
Now I’m back in my bag and the cat is out
Burn a hole in my pocket like a Black & Mild (Ah)
[Chorus: John Legend]
We can’t be out here pleasin’ everybody (Oh, I…)
I know, you know, we know just who we are (Oh, yeah)
And if you with me, then I’m with you darlin’ (Oh, baby)
Baby, all day long (Come on, come on)
Baby, all day long (Oh, I…)
Baby, all day long (Yeah)
Baby, all day long (Oh, I…)
[Bridge: John Legend]
Hey, we made it, we made it
I’m feelin’ grateful
I’m here with my favorite
Oh God, I’m thankful
Our song and we played it
So good, we played it (Yeah)
I just wanted to keep on playin’ (Hey)
We made it, we made it
I’m feelin’ grateful
I’m here with my favorite
Oh God, I’m thankful
Our song and we played it
So good, we played it (Yeah)
[Chorus: John Legend]
Baby, all day long (Come on, come on)
Baby, all day long (Oh, I…)
Baby, all day long (Yeah)
Baby, all day long
Baby, all day long

Crack in the hall or the plaques on the wall
As far as movements that was the illest that I saw
All I ever wanted was a bad Boy Logo
And then came the Roc that’s when everything stopped
All I ever wanted was a bad Boy Logo
And then came the Roc that’s when everything ahhhhhh

[Outro: Dame Dash]
Sony wouldn’t do this, Loud gets its props
RCA don’t take that, Bad Boy gets its props
Arista don’t take that, LaFace gets it’s props
You and Polygraph split 50 percent
Aite, so y’all not partners, you got a quarter
You a quarter water, that’s it Ha This a Kodak opp
And we was on the block, probably out duckin’ cops
Goin’ half on wings and fried rice out the wok
In the crib watching BCAT, really tryna be that
Holmes said its deep and the coke hit his kneecaps
I don’t know, I believed that
Pictures so vivid I could see that
From then it was on, writing all night long
To get the chain and the charm, Jesus hangin’ by the arms
This ghetto gospel, save us with these psalms
The Hymns that we spin, these are more than just songs
Close ya eyes and imagine, a certain type of passion
Room full of execs, Dame Dash spazzin’
Feeling like everything we want, we could have it
This our shit, you just a quarter water bastard
In an Iceberg sweater
Screaming we don’t don’t want deals no more, it’s joint ventures
50/50 splits, the publishing lit
Full of smoke in the whip, Christión with ya chick
Back and forth trips to PA with the clique
Right around the same time they gettin’ at Kiss
We studied and watched, we listened to the LOX
And the L freestyle, we taped off Stretch and Bob
The same one they said that the God got washed
I dunno, I never really saw it as a loss
Gotta ask yourself what do you want more
The hard knock life, or the hard knock life tour? [Intro]
Ya know, we talk about culture
And they try to shun that
It’s more than just music
I’m cut from a cloth
You’re fuckin’ with a marksman
[Verse]
Check one check two since you know what to do
Gotta salute Skyzoo before I give it you
All I ever wanted was a Bad Boy logo
And then came the Roc, that’s when everything stopped
Fascinated by the R, the bottle half-popped
For the record, those pre-Doubt records was kinda hot
Dreams on the yacht where the video was shot
Tuned in 10 o’clock, Funk Flex on the box
Lenny San-tia with the Benz in the lot
Get the picture?