Everybody
Chance The Rapper Lyrics


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Whats good good?
And what's good evil?
And what's good, gangstas?
And what's good, people?
And whys God's phone die every time that I call on Him?
If his son had a Twitter wonder if I would follow him
Swallow them synonyms like cinnamon Cinnabon
Keep all them sentiments down to a minimum
Studious Gluteus Maxim models is sending him
Pics of they genitalia tallied up ten of em
I slurped too many pain-kills, down I'm off a lot
I got a lot off days but it ain't often that I'm off the clock
Ya Kna Wha Mean
I got the Chicago Blues
We invented rock before the Stones got through
We just aiming back cause the cops shot you
Buck buck bang bang, yelling "Fuck Fox News!"
Booyaka buckle up, mothafuck ops too
Ain't no knuckling up em young cause it just not cool

Nice to see you Father New Year
Middle finger Uncle Samuel
Shooting death with weighted dice
And hitting stains on birthday candles
I know somebody, somebody loves my ass
Cause they help me beat my demons ass

Everybody's somebody's everything
I know you right
Nobody's nothing
That's right

Everybody's somebody's everything
I know you right
Nobody's nothing
That's right

Everybody's somebody's everything
I know you right
Nobody's nothing
That's right

Right? Igh
I used to tell hoes I was dark light or off white
But I'd fight if a nigga said that I talk white
And both my parents was black
But they saw it fit that I talk right
With my drawers hid but
My hard head stayed in the clouds like a lost kite
But gravity had me up in a submission hold
Like I'm dancing with the Devil with two left feet and I'm pigeon toed
In two small point ballet shoes with a missing sole
And two missing toes
But it's love like Cupid kissing a mistletoe

Nice to see you Father New Year
Middle finger Uncle Samuel
Shooting death with weighted dice
And hitting stains on birthday candles
I know somebody, somebody loves my ass
Cause they help me beat my demons ass

Like Cassius ducking the draft and now the fight is over
The type to love from a distance not the type that told her
Spent three days on the rap, trash it and type it over
With babies on the block under arms like fighting odors
Coppers and quotas
Hold ya head like 2Pac had taught
Obviously they are on a come up
With better chances tobogganing in the fucking summer
Concoctions for the bad days and a condom for the good ones
All odds against we tryna get lucky
Doper than Lucky
You're ending happy that's only a tugging
Like Satan masturbating shit come hot
But y'all still love me ugh
How father time a deadbeat
Maybe I'm adopted
That'll explain why all of my shit been so timeless igh

Everybody's somebody's everything
Nigga
Nobody's nothing
Nigga

Everybody's somebody's everything
Nigga
Nobody's nothing
Uh

Everybody's somebody's everything
That's right




Nobody's nothing
I know you right

Overall Meaning

In "Everybody's Something," Chance the Rapper reflects on various aspects of the human experience, from good to evil, gangsters to regular people, and even God's apparent silence. He expresses frustration with the arbitrary nature of life, including societal labels and the struggle between good and evil. Yet he also acknowledges that love and support from others can help to overcome personal demons. The chorus—"Everybody's somebody's everything / Nobody's nothing / That's right"—seems to suggest that everyone has value, even if their life experiences or societal standing may suggest otherwise, and that we are all connected.


Throughout the song, Chance draws on both personal experiences and broader societal issues to convey his message. He touches on his upbringing and identity, noting his parents' insistence that he speak "right" despite both being black. He also references violence and police brutality, declaring "Fuck Fox News" and encouraging listeners to "buckle up" to protect themselves from law enforcement. Chance uses poetic imagery, such as "gravity had me up in a submission hold / like I'm dancing with the Devil with two left feet and I'm pigeon toed," to convey his struggles and feelings of being trapped.


Ultimately, "Everybody's Something" is a thoughtful meditation on the complexity of human experience and the interconnectedness of all people.


Line by Line Meaning

Whats good good?
What is positive and beneficial?


And what's good evil?
What is positive and beneficial about evil?


And what's good, gangstas?
What is positive and beneficial about being a gangster?


And what's good, people?
What is positive and beneficial about people in general?


And whys God's phone die every time that I call on Him?
Why does it seem like God never answers when I call out to Him?


If his son had a Twitter wonder if I would follow him
If Jesus had a Twitter account, would I follow him?


Swallow them synonyms like cinnamon Cinnabon
I consume words like they're sweet pastries.


Keep all them sentiments down to a minimum
I try to keep my emotions in check.


Studious Gluteus Maxim models is sending him
Women are sending me explicit photos of themselves.


Pics of they genitalia tallied up ten of em
I've received ten explicit photos of women's genitalia.


I slurped too many pain-kills, down I'm off a lot
I've taken too many painkillers and am currently under the influence.


I got a lot off days but it ain't often that I'm off the clock
I have a lot of free time, but I'm rarely not working.


Ya Kna Wha Mean
You know what I mean?


I got the Chicago Blues
I'm feeling down and depressed about my city, Chicago.


We invented rock before the Stones got through
Chicagoans created rock and roll music before The Rolling Stones did.


We just aiming back cause the cops shot you
We're fighting back because the police have killed innocent people.


Buck buck bang bang, yelling "Fuck Fox News!"
We're firing our guns and expressing our anger towards Fox News.


Booyaka buckle up, mothafuck ops too
We're getting ready for a fight against the police.


Ain't no knuckling up em young cause it just not cool
It's not cool to physically fight young people.


Nice to see you Father New Year
It's good to welcome a new year.


Middle finger Uncle Samuel
I'm giving a disrespectful gesture to the US government.


Shooting death with weighted dice
People are being killed randomly, like rolling dice with weights.


And hitting stains on birthday candles
Celebrating birthdays even in the midst of tragedy.


I know somebody, somebody loves my ass
I have someone who cares about me and supports me.


Cause they help me beat my demons ass
They help me overcome my personal struggles.


Everybody's somebody's everything
Everyone is important to someone else in some way.


I know you right
I know you're correct.


Nobody's nothing
No one is completely insignificant.


That's right
That is accurate.


I used to tell hoes I was dark light or off white
I used to define my race differently depending on the person I was speaking to.


But I'd fight if a nigga said that I talk white
I would become angry if someone suggested that I speak in a way that is considered 'white.'


And both my parents was black
Both of my parents are African American.


But they saw it fit that I talk right
My parents wanted me to speak properly and correctly.


With my drawers hid but
I'm hiding something, but not revealing what it is.


My hard head stayed in the clouds like a lost kite
I'm often daydreaming and not grounded in reality.


But gravity had me up in a submission hold
The reality of my situation caught up to me and forced me to 'submit.'


Like I'm dancing with the Devil with two left feet and I'm pigeon toed
I feel like I'm unable to escape my problems and the 'Devil' holding me down.


In two small point ballet shoes with a missing sole
I'm struggling with something that is limiting me, even though it shouldn't be a big deal.


And two missing toes
I'm missing important things that are necessary for progress or success.


But it's love like Cupid kissing a mistletoe
Despite my struggles, I still feel loved and supported by someone.


Like Cassius ducking the draft and now the fight is over
I'm avoiding conflict, but one day it will come to an end.


The type to love from a distance not the type that told her
I'm someone who prefers to love someone from afar rather than tell them directly.


Spent three days on the rap, trash it and type it over
I work hard on my craft, but sometimes I need to throw away everything and start over.


With babies on the block under arms like fighting odors
Children are growing up in a dangerous environment.


Coppers and quotas
The police are focusing on arresting people to meet a certain quota.


Hold ya head like 2Pac had taught
Stay strong and keep your head up, like Tupac Shakur taught us.


Obviously they are on a come up
It's clear that some people are becoming successful and improving their lives.


With better chances tobogganing in the fucking summer
There are better chances of something happening that is considered impossible, like tobogganing in the summer.


Concoctions for the bad days and a condom for the good ones
We have solutions for the difficult times and protection for the good ones.


All odds against we tryna get lucky
Despite the odds being against us, we're hoping to succeed through luck.


Doper than Lucky
We are more successful and accomplished than Lucky, a popular cereal mascot.


You're ending happy that's only a tugging
You're only happy for a brief moment, and then it's gone.


Like Satan masturbating shit come hot
Terrible things seem to happen suddenly and without warning.


But y'all still love me ugh
Despite my faults, you still care about me.


How father time a deadbeat
Time seems to pass by too quickly and without any clear direction or guidance.


Maybe I'm adopted
Maybe I don't fit in with my family or my surroundings.


That'll explain why all of my shit been so timeless igh
If I'm truly different from everyone else, maybe that explains why my work has been relevant for so long.


Nigga
A derogatory term that shouldn't be used.


Nobody's nothing
No one is completely insignificant.


Uh
An expression added for emphasis or rhythm.


That's right
That is accurate.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CHANCELOR JOHNATHAN BENNETT

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DCruzNBA

The "Why God phone die every time that I call on him? If is son had a Twitter wonder if I would follow him." bar is so crazy to listen to because it just shows how drastically he changed his attitude toward so many things. Chance can go from quetioning God to doing an entire gospel inspired album, praising him in many lyrics. Incredible.

zach murphy

that's what real Christianity should be. Praising but still questioning things you don't understand/agree with

Dubem

agreed!

Saif Khan

given that his entire album is an acid trip, this is probs one of the more reflective parts, but i agree chance is one of the best artists ive heard in my lifetime

Kludgy Brains

His view on 'God' has gotten worse in my opinion. He's gone from implying that god is a careless entity who has no influence on anything despite his omnipotent abilities to believing in the bullshit personal god. Coloring book was shit in my opinion. This is coming from a huge chance fan too. Oh well

ALEX boucher

God is dead he is not there for us

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voyan

What a heart warming message from Chance. Everyone plays a role, nobody in the world is worthless. More rappers need to focus on the positive like this guy. Dude's gonna be on top in a year.

Alex goodell

One year later😂 but he still boss

Dylan Gruenwald

voyan38 He won three Grammy's👏👏👏

Niam Te Haeata

voyan38 great prediction

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