Chance the Rapper - Child of God (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Chance the Rapper - Child of God (en) Lyrics
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Just do your thing, child
Do your thing
Truth be told, I got the
ball on a string
Carried the weight of the world,
but it came with some handles
I drag it to the basket,
Moses with the passage
Safely Lord God, please
make an example
I try to break shackles, now
they ankles in shambles
I can't expect them to be
grateful and thankful
They thought I had a
manual like Hansel
Leave your plans in mans hands
and it gets manhandled
Dancin' in the street, but
I didn't panhandle
When I finally drop, make a pamphlet
Sell tickets, put that shit on FanDuel,
OnlyFans and Fandango
Give me your ear like Van
Gogh and it's candlewick
I mean, I mean, it's lit
like a candlestick
When I'm fatigued like a camo fit
A rich man: the size of the
needle that the camel fits
Walkin' to Jesus with my sandals wet
This world will make you second-
guess your first mind
Remember when it was your first
day, the first time?
It couldn't have come at a
worst place or worst time
And you remember that low voice
with that rehearsed line
Just repeatin'
Do your thing, child (Do
your thing, child)
Do your thing (That shit
hit, hahahaha)
Just do your thing, child (Oh jeez)
Do your thing (Do your thing)
At every corner store,
bodega, delicatessen
Stands a big head kid learning
delicate lessons
Roasted for they clothes, or they
emotions or they roaches
Bullied by they friends, or they
mamas, or they coaches
Half size, chastised, dolls
with glass eyes
Talk down, tossed down,
the world just pass by
Grow up to be saviors,
surgeons, rabbis
The world should've capsized
when God got baptized
The boat don't sink,
the show don't stop
The weapons form, the load don't drop
The boat gon' rock, the foes gon' plot
The rolls don't switch, the photo crop
The motto is "The more those
hate, the more doors prop"
Open, the prince of Heaven was tempted
Told that he wasn't who he
was, and they meant it
Never was there a path better cemented
So what they gon' say when you at the
Olympics or tryna attempt it?
Couldn't have come at a worst
place or worst time
Repeatin', it was sayin'
This world will make you second
guess your first mind
Do your thing, child
Do your thing (That shit hit!)
Just do your thing, child (Oh Jeez!)
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