First World Problems Lyrics

I get sad when I look at the stars
They so pretty, you can't tell 'em apart
You think they close but really we far
And really, they ain't even that much closer to God
It's much harder to sin naked
I walked past apple trees and didn't take it
Thought about stone mattresses, thin blankets
Really long winter spent in a windbreaker
I'm a temptation door knocker
Down there on Lower Wacker
I'm a rich excuse for a father
You just can't tour a toddler
She turnin' 2, she don't need diapers, she just need her papa
I really need a break, could really use a nap
My daughter barely recognize me when I lose the hat
You go so far, you hit a point where you can't Uber back
The other day, I told a hummingbird he too relaxed I did my worst, I did the work, I had to skip the label
I go to church, they want a flick, I want to flip the table
I knew the worth before the birth when it was just a stable
And now it's just a fable, and it's just as fatal

[Pre-Chorus 1: Chance The Rapper]
First world problems that niggas make up
Have a dream and then never wake up
When so much turns to too much
Have a dream and then never wake up

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper & Daniel Caesar]
[The day is on its way, it couldn't wait no more
Here it comes, here it comes
Ready or not, ready or not
The day is on its way, it couldn't wait no more
Here it comes, here it comes
Ready or not, here it comes

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