Chance The Rapper - The Man Who Has Everything lyrics

What to get the man who has everything? Tryna fit myself into a schedule and a wedding ring Tryna eat everything I was raised, it come across my plate then I better swing Tryna turn confederate flags into confetti strings I’m tryna back up my baby mama like Kevin Federline Heard they got some nice-a*s houses out there in Beverly Never leave where I came from I just need me some stockings and the chimney they could hang from Photos so my kids can find out where they got their names from Christmas cards so gorgeous other families wanna frame one Real talk, I need a front yard, a backyard A side yard, a side yard, inside bar, a dry bar Nine cars and a garage, and it’s on hella acres I’m tired of people visitin’, takin’ the elevator Well, we’ll keep the elevator Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you Don’t gifts get re-wrapped That s**t could get sticky like tree sap I gave you free raps, that s**t sound like free facts Which is ’bout as common as free Blacks Stuck like freeze tag from one of these random police stops Look like the treetops soon as the breeze stops And once the debris drops, the streets 400 degrees hot Please, man, we need some freeze pops What in the world for the man who has everything? Man, West Chatham Park could use some better swings Used to be disheveled, I went and shoveled everything Tell Santa to show up to doors he never ring He never ring Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you That’s all I ask Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you That baby is a genius Don’t teach him ’bout Santa ’til you teach him ’bout Jesus Don’t take him out the snow to try to take him on beaches I swear it’s enough leisure in this world to get lost What’s the point of gainin’ chicken if you lose all the sauce? What’s the point of gainin’ chicken if it can’t get across? Lost the cold hard cash, they said, “Damn, that boy soft” Some n***as lost their souls in a f**in’ coin toss I guess I cleaned up, Santa don’t miss no names but I miss Fatimah It’s been a minute since I’ve seen her Them the type of things I hate to bring up, just like the prenup That s**t be see-through like John Cena, Aquafina But like the Christmas tape and stains that I gotta get clear Like my papa ask the same question every year “What to get for my boy who has everything?” I said, “I’ll take anything but everything,” you know? Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you