[Intro: Chance The Rapper]
Yo-yo-yo-yo
Yo, yo
Yo-yo-yo-yo
(Swell)
[Chorus: Chance The Rapper, J-emcee]
I'm a pretty swell guy
I'm a pretty swell guy (I'm a pretty swell guy)
I'm a pretty swell, swell, swell, swell guy (Swell guy)
I'm a pretty swell, swell, swell, swell guy (Swell guy)
I'm a pretty swell guy
I'm a pretty swell guy (I'm a pretty swell guy)
I'm a pretty swell, swell, swell, swell guy (Swell guy)
I'm a pretty swell, swell, swell, swell guy (Swell guy)
[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
I yawn and wipe sawdust, and diamonds off my eyes
The alarm clock on the desk is in my eyes
If it started buzzing yet, but the kinda guy I am
I'm still getting out the bed
Hop on in the shower, hop out in an hour
Throw on some clothes, and I head downtown, uh
The prayers on a pod, happy thoughts in my head
Tight shirt on my chest, skinny jeans on my legs
Shoot smiles at the dealers
They look mad, but I'm a pretty swell guy
So I smile right back
Get on the red line, stop that [?]
Hope a lady cross the street, she grab me on the head thighs
Helpful and swellful, that's the guy that I is
I swore [?] and I spit hell on the mic, yeah
With a flow, to make them quiver
And let the kids bicker, take a nigga and back like Indian givers and
Barbarians like [?] Roman numerals
Like Roman states [?], keep safe like trojans
No [?], used to throw with the Coman
I'm the regular type, like Times New Roman
Yo-yo-yo-yo
Yo, yo
Yo-yo-yo-yo
(Swell)
[Chorus: Chance The Rapper, J-emcee]
I'm a pretty swell guy
I'm a pretty swell guy (I'm a pretty swell guy)
I'm a pretty swell, swell, swell, swell guy (Swell guy)
I'm a pretty swell, swell, swell, swell guy (Swell guy)
I'm a pretty swell guy
I'm a pretty swell guy (I'm a pretty swell guy)
I'm a pretty swell, swell, swell, swell guy (Swell guy)
I'm a pretty swell, swell, swell, swell guy (Swell guy)
[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
I yawn and wipe sawdust, and diamonds off my eyes
The alarm clock on the desk is in my eyes
If it started buzzing yet, but the kinda guy I am
I'm still getting out the bed
Hop on in the shower, hop out in an hour
Throw on some clothes, and I head downtown, uh
The prayers on a pod, happy thoughts in my head
Tight shirt on my chest, skinny jeans on my legs
Shoot smiles at the dealers
They look mad, but I'm a pretty swell guy
So I smile right back
Get on the red line, stop that [?]
Hope a lady cross the street, she grab me on the head thighs
Helpful and swellful, that's the guy that I is
I swore [?] and I spit hell on the mic, yeah
With a flow, to make them quiver
And let the kids bicker, take a nigga and back like Indian givers and
Barbarians like [?] Roman numerals
Like Roman states [?], keep safe like trojans
No [?], used to throw with the Coman
I'm the regular type, like Times New Roman
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