[Intro: Jeremih]
I've been looking for somethin' I'm gon' find
What should I do in the meantime?
Say you can't look for it, it'll find you
Do you feel the same too?
Something that I ain't said in a long time (Yeah, yeah)
Front line, I was fighting for you
Angels sing in the choir for you
If you want it
Favorite poem, I wrote it for you
Know you know it
Turned it into a song for you
[Chorus: Jeremih]
Days go by, I try
To bottle these tears inside
Here's one more cry, I cry
[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
Single-handedly, I been taking real good care of me
That shit in my blood like liquor or Cherokee
You know black folk, we don't go to no therapy
Tell 'em keep they two cents, give it to charity
Go H.A.M. like Sara Lee
Watch it all go down the drain like merrily, merrily
Legally blind to my friends, I see 'em barely, barely
They say, "Let me holla at you," guess that's why they call 'em holidays
But Christmas feel like Simba on a Father's Day
I'm supposed to be the strongest, the oldest
The leader of our country-ass family
The POTUS, the podium come up to my shoulders
I'm short and I'm shook and I'm broken
My favorite voters can't show up to the polls
And you still don't want me to show emotion and I refuse
'Cause I love you, that's why, 'cause I want to, that's why
'Cause I miss you, that's why, 'cause I miss you, that's why
Know I said that was the last one last year
But we both know you deserve one last tear
I've been looking for somethin' I'm gon' find
What should I do in the meantime?
Say you can't look for it, it'll find you
Do you feel the same too?
Something that I ain't said in a long time (Yeah, yeah)
Front line, I was fighting for you
Angels sing in the choir for you
If you want it
Favorite poem, I wrote it for you
Know you know it
Turned it into a song for you
[Chorus: Jeremih]
Days go by, I try
To bottle these tears inside
Here's one more cry, I cry
[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
Single-handedly, I been taking real good care of me
That shit in my blood like liquor or Cherokee
You know black folk, we don't go to no therapy
Tell 'em keep they two cents, give it to charity
Go H.A.M. like Sara Lee
Watch it all go down the drain like merrily, merrily
Legally blind to my friends, I see 'em barely, barely
They say, "Let me holla at you," guess that's why they call 'em holidays
But Christmas feel like Simba on a Father's Day
I'm supposed to be the strongest, the oldest
The leader of our country-ass family
The POTUS, the podium come up to my shoulders
I'm short and I'm shook and I'm broken
My favorite voters can't show up to the polls
And you still don't want me to show emotion and I refuse
'Cause I love you, that's why, 'cause I want to, that's why
'Cause I miss you, that's why, 'cause I miss you, that's why
Know I said that was the last one last year
But we both know you deserve one last tear
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