Bad Idea (feat. Chance the Rapper)

Ooh
 Ooh
 Yeah, uh (I'm Bongo By The Way)
 I know myself far too well to be a stranger to pain
 Despite it all, we remainin' the same, I'm just changin' the game
 Heart pure, never tainted with fame
 Straight ahead, I'ma stay in my lane
 Never switchin' courses, life's amazin', shit is gorgeous
 Lookin' at the bigger picture, portrait, and I smile wide
 Performed the song and the crowd cried
 How can I lie? I'm tearin' up as I'm startin' to stare in y'all eyes
 I know the shit you goin' through the last month
 You stressin' as you hittin' on that glass blunt
 A nigga prayin' they'll get lucky like Daft Punk
 You can't even stomach the pain, now that's a bad lunch
 Uh, ramen noodles on the regular
 Add some seasoning and some hot sauce for a better touch
 Peanut butter, jelly and syrup sandwich, etcetera
 And we just flyin' in the nebula
 And it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again
 See, it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again
 So don't you cry, little baby, little baby (Don't you cry, don't you cry, don't you cry)
 It'll be alright
 So don't you cry, little baby (Don't you cry, don't you cry, don't you cry)
 It's gon', it'll be alright
 I done been around the world four times, lookin' for parkin'
 Finally found a condo, that shit still feel like apartment
 Out South, my foul mouth started soundin' like Cartman
 Roundabout like cartwheels, hopped inside of a U-Haul
 Confused where all my art went, monsters in a quiet place
 Some of these decisions is like Sharpie on a dry-erase
 I know they thought I wouldn't, but I'm fireplace
 I had my cake and ate it too, that shit is an acquired taste
 I promised I would buy a place, I got my favorite roommates
 They used to never see me, like when you zip up a new Bape
 Do that shit 'fore it's too late, don't ever drink the Kool-Aid
 Don't ever think it's sweet, that's that crème de la brûlée
 Who they? They Robert Goulet, they Nazi, cuckoo, goofy
 My wifey yellin', "Who they?" My daughter yellin', "Hooray"
 I see it clear like Blu-Ray, I park it in the sky
 I keep 'em on my block, 'round the corner of my eye
 Like a stye (Uh)
 So don't you shed a tear
 Cause there'll be better years
 I live life by faith, nigga, instead of fear
 God cryin', thunderstorms is Heaven tears
 The feelin' of lost hope, shit is never here
 'Cause we gon' make it happen by any means
 A young nigga, dawg, but I done witnessed many things
 Age thirteen, wearin' hand-me-down skinny jeans
 You know they a little extra faded around the knees
 With the grass stains in 'em
 I really wish a little extra cash came in 'em
 'Cause a nigga really needed it
 Pain, I defeated it, and brought back
 Soul survivor, nigga, what you call that?
 And it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again
 See, it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again
 So don't you cry, little baby, little baby (Don't you cry, don't you cry, don't you cry)
 It'll be alright
 So don't you cry, little baby (Don't you cry, don't you cry, don't you cry)
 It's gon', it's gon' be alright
 And it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again
 See, it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again
 So don't you cry, little baby
 It'll be alright
 So don't you cry, little baby
 It'll be alright