เนื้อเพลง Missing You - Chance the Rapper

[Intro / Outro:]
In the real world, we just people with ideas

[Verse 1:]
That sh*t cray that sh*t dead
That sh*t fake blast a kid
Cassius clay at his head
At a boy, at a kid
I'm a need a napkin, cook 'em up
And he gon' need a Aspirin, hook him up
N*ggas was busy scrappin', put 'em up
I was too busy rapping, good as f*ck
N*ggas don't act like grown ups when n*ggas don't get to grow up
N*ggas don't wanna throw hands that's what made me wanna throw up
But these young gunners ain't nothin' but young stunners
N*ggas see you as come ups so n*ggas just wanna run up
N*ggas asking what up, I said on my soul I'm a hundred
My n*ggas stay in the low end the others stay in the hundreds
My daddy told me to hate '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*ggas I should have seen that one coming
My priest told me it's angles my n*ggas told me it's nothing
I'm thinking about my n*gga he thinking before he die
Going to work faded I'm blowing the word God
I'm burning up all the papers cause 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*t is just stupid this sh*t is f*cking senseless
The news [?] this sh*t is getting expensive

[Hook:]
(I don't know why I sleep with my eyes wide
Hoping that I find you) [x3]

And hoping that I find you
I been hoping that I find you

(I'm Missing You) [x5]