The Highs & The Lows Chance the Rapper (Ft. Joey Bada$$)

[Intro: Chance the Rapper]
The highs and the lows
The highs, the lows

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
I'm an emotional rollercoaster (Ah)
With highs so high, could put Bol Bol on a poster (Mm)
But when the bread get low like four loaves in a toaster
Oh the shoulders can get cold as ten toes in Nova Scotia
Some days I hold a grudge, some days I Holy Ghost her
Some days I just ghost her, some days I'm supposed to
The crib feel like a gunfight, but them strollers, that's the holster (Huh)
We can make amends over old memes and mimosas
My mama know I ain't make my bed, but I'ma lay in it
Whеther it's sandpaper, suedе linen
Whether I'm alone or Creole lady marmalade-ing it
The same pajamas I was afraid in, I boogeyman slayed
My blankets concealed my blade in it, emotional seesaw
With two fat motherfuckers with strong knees in free fall (Huh)
It's cloudy with a chance of meatballs, I checked the weather
I gave all my vices a call, let's get together

[Refrain: Chance The Rapper]
To talk about the highs and lows, the ups and downs
The friends that I had to hide to come around
They told me that I knew you'd always come around
Come around, come around, come around, come around
To work out the highs and lows, the ups and downs
No need to hide disguises comin' down
Go and get high, I promise you're comin' down
Comin' down, comin' down, comin' down, comin' down