prom night
chance the rapper
chance bennett a peculiar name
graduation night teachers ferris bueller'd my name
you made a mixtape? good job
i hope you get a good job
we was all outcasts only listened to good mob
i'm never going back to school
they see my little 10 day tape and my dumb raps
they send my ass to summer school
i just came to beat a bully's ass and get my lunch back
chano y tequila you know you know you don't want that
i rap my songs in spanglish i wrap my weed in blunt wraps
wrapped up in this one line i hope that shit get unwrapped
as if niggas was getting signed off of a line off one rap
remember when they called us some freshmen niggas rapping?
now i ain't gonna be a freshman and i'm rapping
i should've learned a lesson from all of this shit happening
i just look over to justin for refreshments of the captain
it's sipping when it's weak sauce
it's shots if it's cracking
and chug it if we laughing
fuck it if we're fucked up i never thought of chatham
until the day they said i would have to chat without em
and i'm just in the studio hoping that it sounds right
here's a brighter bulb for your limelight
this for everybody's fucking prom night
yo this prom shit feel like the grammy's yo
these pictures granny took gonna make me ask where'd granny go
so pass the sanyo to auntie jo and snap a couple candid's of the family
you can change the clocks but you can't change hours
spring can't bring flowers
let me ask for minutes from dad for those campaign hours
and pour these thirsty hoes a couple champagne showers
so go and pop some bubbly
this right here's to loyalty
this to a moment's glimpse at royalty
this is for my momma jan who spoiled me
look what we've accomplished
watches look like magnets on a compass
gladys said a prayer over the limo
bumping 10 day with the angels with jesus shopping my demo
and rode up out of chatham
and damn it would be crazy if any of this shit had happened
i did a show at akin and i would do it again
look at your business tux
go and get your racist on
i ain't even write this down i don't write errthing
i know y'all don't like everything
she want a night she can call her wedding
coked out like don't change when you grow up