Lyrics Everything's Good (Good Ass Outro) - Chance the Rapper
Well
I
should
have
you
hooked
up
next
week
It's
all
good
or
whatever,
I
can
wait
'til
my
birthday.
I
uh-
No,
no,
no,
no.
I
told
ya,
I
know
you
need
it
now,
So
next
week
I
promise
you
I'll
have
you
hooked
up,
ok?
Oh,
alright.
I
just
wanted
to
say
thank
you
for,
uh,
Everything.
For
the,
the
computer,
The
t-shirts,
and
all
the
other
stuff
You
know,
Chance.
Let
me
tell
you
something.
You
know
I
could
never
be
more
proud
of
anything
in
my
life,
you
know
Than
I
am
of
you
and
what
you've
done.
Chance
You
have
done
remarkable
and
wondrous
things
So
you
don't
have
to
tell
me
thank
you
for
anything
I'm
supposed
to
do
this,
that
stuff
for
you
anyway,
and
ya
know
Just
keep
doing
what
you're
doing.
I
am
very
Very
proud
of
you.
Just
keep
doing
what
you're
doing,
okay?
Thank
you,
love
you
Alright,
son.
Love
you
too,
take
care
Alright,
bye-bye
Thanks
for
coming
guys
'Member
sittin'
in
class
the
first
time
listening
to
Dilla
Everything's
good
Rubbin'
on
yo
chin,
sippin
gin,
Margiela
brand
chinchilla
Everything's
good
My
manager
backpack
packed
with
packs
of
cigarillos
And
some
fruit
snacks,
and
some
killers
Phone
numbers
on
speed
dial,
call
them,
save
monkey
guerillas
Everything's
good
I
ain't
really
that
good
at
goodbyes
I
ain't
really
that
bad
at
leaving
I
ain't
really
always
been
a
good
guy,
I
used
to
be
thirsty
thievin'
Runnin
through
purses,
even
persons
leave
'em
hurtin',
bleedin'
I
ain't
really
help
the
helpless
I
used
to
be
worse
than
worthless
Now
I'm
worth
hooks
and
verses
I'm
good
like
books
in
churches
Harolds
and
Hooks
and
Churches
Everything's
good
See
my
name
when
you
Google
search
it
Use
a
card
when
I
make
a
purchase
Everything's
good
But
I
knew
I
was
fly
when
I
was
just
a
caterpillar
That
I'd
make
it
even
if
I
never
make
a
milla
When
I
meet
my
maker
he
gon'
make
sure
that
we
chillin'
And
everything's
good
I
ain't
really
that
good
at
Goodnight,
I
ain't
really
that
bad
at
sleepin'
With
bad
bitches,
put
'em
aside,
I
used
to
be
thirsty
creeping
Now
I'm
out
working
evenings,
birthdays,
even
Tuesdays
Wednesdays,
Thursdays,
weekends,
Rehearsing
verses,
murdering
merch
and
events
Damn
it
feel
good
to
be
a
gangsta
And
it
feel
good
for
me
to
thank
you
Put
money
back
in
your
bank
account
Off
of
songs
I
barely
could
think
up
'Cause
a
lot
of
songs
niggas
gon'
make
up
Make
sense,
but
they
never
gon'
make
a
sound
And
I'm
better
than
I
was
the
last
time,
crescendo
Thanks
Justin,
lending
them
pencils
Mr.
Menzies,
Mensa,
Chris
Minto
The
time
I
beat
Chris
on
Nintendo
Na-na-na,
hey,
hey,
good
intro
Remember
jacket
shoppin'
after
listening
to
Thriller
Remember
the
first
time
you
heard
this
Through
and
thought,
"Damn
that's
that
nigga"
Everything's
good
Ne,
ne,ne,
ne,
ne
Ne,
ne,ne,
ne,
ne
Ne,
ne,ne,
ne,
ne
Ne,
ne,ne,
ne,
ne
Ne,
ne,ne,
ne,
ne
(Ah,
ah,
ah)
Ne,
ne,ne,
ne,
ne
I'm
good,
I'm
good
Ah,
yep
Ah
yep
Ah,
yep
Ah,
ah,ah,
ah
Yep,
yep,
yep,
yep
Yep,
yep,
yep,
yep
Jump,
jump,
jump
Jump,
jump,
jump
Jump,
jump,
jump
Jump,
jump,
jump
Jump,
jump,
jump
Jump,
jump,
jump
Jump,
jump,
jump
Bang,
bang,
bang,
see,
see,
see
Jump,
jump,
jump
Jump,
jump,
jump
Bang,
bang,
bang,
see,
see,
see
Jump,
jump,
jump
Jump,
jump,
jump
Bang,
bang,
bang,
see,
see,
see
Jump,
jump,
jump
Jump,
jump,
jump
Bang,
bang,
bang,
see,
see,
see
Bang,
bang,
bang,
bang
Bang,
bang,
bang,
bang
Oh,
oh,
oh,
oh
Whuuuu,
whoooo,
whooooo
Oh,
oh,
oh,
oh
(I'm
good)
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