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Finish Line / Drown (feat. T-Pain, Kirk Franklin, Eryn Allen Kane & Noname)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chance the Rapper
Chance the Rapper
Vocals
Chicago Children's Choir
Chicago Children's Choir
Choir
Eryn Allen Kane
Eryn Allen Kane
Vocals
Isaiah Robinson
Isaiah Robinson
Background Vocals
Jack Red
Jack Red
Background Vocals
Josephine Lee
Josephine Lee
Background Vocals
Kirk Franklin
Kirk Franklin
Vocals
Macie Stewart
Macie Stewart
Background Vocals
Nico Segal
Nico Segal
Trumpet
Noname
Noname
Vocals
Rajiv Halim
Rajiv Halim
Saxophone
Sima Cunningham
Sima Cunningham
Background Vocals
T-Pain
T-Pain
Vocals
Vasil Garvanliev
Vasil Garvanliev
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kirk Franklin
Kirk Franklin
Songwriter
Eryn Allen Kane
Eryn Allen Kane
Songwriter
Chancelor J. Bennett
Chancelor J. Bennett
Songwriter
Faheem Najm
Faheem Najm
Songwriter
Fatimah Warner
Fatimah Warner
Songwriter
Greg Landfair
Greg Landfair
Songwriter
Nate Fox
Nate Fox
Songwriter
Nico Segal
Nico Segal
Songwriter
Peter Wilkins
Peter Wilkins
Songwriter
Rajiv Halim
Rajiv Halim
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chance the Rapper
Chance the Rapper
Producer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Elton Cheung
Elton Cheung
Mixing Engineer
Nate Fox
Nate Fox
Producer
Nico Segal
Nico Segal
Producer
Peter CottonTale
Peter CottonTale
Producer

Lyrics

(Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm) (Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm) ha! Do-do-do, do-do, do-do (huh) Do-do-do, do-do, do-do (and we back, and we back, and we back, and we back) Do-do-do, do-do, do-do, do-do, do-do, do Do-do-do, do-do, do-do (huh) Do-do-do, do-do, do-do (and we back, and we back) Do-do-do, do-do, do-do (and we back) Do-do, do-do, do They ain't teaching taxes in school It don't even matter, I was acting a fool But who would think the raps would turn into racks? Don't matter, matter of fact, it could happen to you Scars on my head, I'm the boy who lived The boy love playing when the boy too sick Reclining on a prayer, I'm declining to help I've been lying to my body, can't rely on myself, oh, no Last year, I got addicted to Xans Started forgetting my name and start to missin' my chance LA for four months, end up leaving right back I'm in love with my city, bitch, I sleep in my hat, uh I felt hogtied ever since my dog died He lived to 84, damn, that's a long ride I know he up there, he just sit and he wait I'll be racing up the stairs, I'ma get to the gate, singing Do-do-do, do-do, do-do Do-do-do, do-do, do-do Do-do-do, do-do, do-do Do-do, do-do, do Do-do-do, do-do, do-do Do-do-do, do-do, do-do Do-do-do, do-do, do-do Do-do, do-do, do Oh, all my days, I prayed and prayed And now I see the finish line Oh, I'm gonna finish mine, yeah All my days, I prayed and prayed And now I see the finish line Gonna finish mine, yeah (hey) Gimme the water, gimme the water, I need the kind from Space Jam Get this money, get this budget, KOK to day camp Me and my girl plan to stay to the end Hope there never come a day where we be better as friends We in a marathon we could build a marriage on Arguments as parents digging deeper than a baritone I've been getting blocked just tryna make songs with friends Labels told me to my face that they own my friends I got to pray, I got to pray, like Hammer after "2 Legit" I got the power, I could poke Lucifer with crucifix I cannot scrape off stupid shit, I stand up like I'm Ludacris I know some folks that talk so much, you'd think they drive an Uber whip, damn Queen said, "Why we in a queen bed?" I said, "It's yours, don't worry, lil' beanhead" I'm just here to catch my breath, I got the world tattooed She said, "Cool, just bring me some food" Oh, all my days, I prayed and prayed And now I see the finish line Oh, I'm gonna finish mine, yeah All my days, I prayed and prayed And now I see the finish line I'm gonna finish mine, yeah Do-do-do, do-do, do-do Do-do-do, do-do, do-do Do-do-do, do-do, do-do Do-do, do-do, do Do-do-do, do-do, do-do Do-do-do, do-do, do-do Do-do-do, do-do, do-do Do-do, do-do, do (Ooh, oh, ooh, oh, ooh) (Ooh, oh, ooh, oh, ooh) The water may be deeper than it's ever been Lord rain down on me, so I can move on water Like children at the altar, like God inside my house I love you, I love you, you looking holy like Mama You made a church out of feathers, so when she fly to the Father She know the choir gon' follow and all the offering paid She gave my name away to your holy house She like my blessings in disguise She like her Jesus mountain high So He can watch her lonely child, I know my God I know my God, seen His breaks and His edges Are jagged for giving that pain to His city in gold Like everything is everything Like all them days He prayed with me Like emptiness was tamed in me And all that was left was His love And all that was left was His love And all that was left was His love And all that was left was His love Never, never drown The water may be deeper than it's ever been Never drown The water may be deeper than it's ever been Never drown Never, never, never (Chance, let me in, come on) This thirst in my soul (there's a thirst in my soul, it tell me) Where else can I go? (Where?) but You? (Come on) I may cry a river (I may cry a thousand tears, but) But You take each drop, and You wash (You wash me new) Me new (people sing) This water is deep (yes, yes, and I need You to) Jesus, rescue me (come on, save me, I need You to) Take me to Your mountain (Hallelujah) So someday Chicago will be free (someday, we'll all be free) Be free (say) The water may be deeper than it's ever been Never drown The water may be deeper than it's ever been Never drown
Writer(s): Chancelor Johnathan Bennett, Faheem Najm, Peter Wilkins, Nate Nathan Fox, Shahrin Halim, Greg Landfair Jr., Eryn Allen Koehn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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