The Way (feat. Chance The Rapper)

The Way (feat. Chance The Rapper)

You so damn important
Everything you do shows me you know it
Behind it all you are the motive
Don't tell you enough, but, baby, I'll show it, show it

He say the king where he come from
Take a young queen just to know one
So, baby, I'ma drive it like it's stolen
I'ma fix it like it's broken

We could catch a flight out to London
Go to the mall, spend a lump sum
They could try to catch up to us
But they're too busy making assumptions

Boy, you know all I do (do, do)
Is stay up all night losing sleep over you (you)
All I do
Is drive myself crazy thinking 'bout my

It's the way you walk, the way you talk, babe
It's the way you love, the way you fuck, the way
It's the way you are, you're a star, babe
It's the way you, it's the way you

She said: I ain't even make my bed up
Watch your step, you gon' wake my mama and dad up
Sh, girl, didn't I tell you at the damn club?
We gon' wake your neighbors
Turn your block club to my fan club
And that happen so fast
Damn, I'm glad I strapped up
Ask her when she finish if she came
She said: I lapped ya twice, whoa
Run it back for the dub, rematch
Flip the crib when we fuck, RE/MAX
It get hot than a mug, glass cup
You can ask her if I fuck, she gassed, huh
I gotta keep it a secret, I keep a key in my lower pocket
Inside a register below the lower octave
Dirty laundry in my closet, they be strung out on the street
Left to dry with drawers, sheets and no deposit
But I don't gotta worry, put my hand on your mouth
Put my hands in your mouth, girl
We got plans at my house
You know the way up

It's the way you walk, the way you talk, babe
It's the way you love, the way you fuck, the way
It's the way you are, you're a star, babe
It's the way you, it's the way you

This thing we got is crazy
Only thing I know is you're my baby
Forever down, I am your lady
Always for sure, never a maybe

Never met someone who spoke my language
Never met a nigga done with playing
You the type of nigga make me lane switch
Hand me the brush and say: Paint it

Give me your heart and I hold it
Show me your soul and I'll mold it
Baby boy, you gotta be the dopest
Gotta be, to fuck with the coldest

Boy, you know all I do (do, do)
Is stay up all night losing sleep over you (you)
All I do
Is drive myself crazy thinking 'bout my baby

It's the way you walk, the way you talk, babe
It's the way you love, the way you fuck, the way
It's the way you are, you're a star, babe
It's the way you, it's the way you, oh