Chance The Rapper - Missing You lyrics

[Produced by Thomas Foolery] [Intro / Outro] In the real world, these just people with ideas [Verse 1] That sh** cray, that sh** dead That sh** fake, blast a kid Ca**ius Clay at his head Atta boy, atta kid I'ma need a napkin, cook 'em up And he gon' need a Aspirin, hook him up n***as was busy scrappin', put 'em up I was too busy rapping, good as f** n***as don't act like grown ups when n***as don't get to grow up n***as don't wanna throw hands that's what made me wanna throw up But these young gunners ain't nothin' but young stunners n***as see you as come ups so n***as just wanna run up n***as asking what up, I said on my soul I'm a hundred My n***as stay in the low end the others stay in the hundreds My daddy told me to hands 'em, my momma told me to love 'em My neighbors told me they hunting I hope I make it through summer They stole one of my n***as I should have seen that one coming My priest told me its angels my n***as told me its nothing I'm thinking about my n***a he thinking before he die I'm going to war with fate and I'm going to war with God I'm burning up all the papers cuz all the reporters lied I call him my lil homie he brought him a .45 Brown boys are dying, and none of ‘em were for business And all of em' love they mommas, and all of they mommas miss 'em And this sh** is just stupid, this sh** is f**ing senseless The news shouldn't support it, this sh** is getting expensive [Bridge] x2 I don't know why I sleep with my eyes wide Hoping that I find you [Monty Python sample] And now for something completely different [Outro] I don't know why I sleep with my eyes wide Hoping that I find you And hoping that I find you I been hoping that I find you (I'm missing you) x5