First World Problems (feat. Daniel Caesar)

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

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

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

Humming

Here it comes

Alright

Spirit's working now

I think my little cousins want they cousin back

The automatic quarterback that doesn't rap

They know I used to drive to Hammond for the Roman candles

Lied about coming back, the last straw that broke the camel

It ain't really fun to hang out with me no more

We can't go to River East to hang at the beach no more

It's messed up, I made it this way, and my feet so sore

But it's all downhill from here, I could teach snowboards

I miss my mom, I miss my time, I miss my prime

In high school, I missed my prom, I ditched my date, I missed my beat

Kissed my teeth, kicked my feet, hooped and hollered

Now I just sip my tea, sit my ass on my ass, send my tweet

Fold my arms, twist my weed

If I hadn't heard the news, I would've known what he say

But the recliner on my chair is like an emergency brake, you know

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

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

Ready or not, here it comes

Three verses, hell yes

I still ain't get my Grammys in the mail yet

I just want my mama happy like a toy sale

And to stay connected to the world like a long-ass voicemail

I hear the scene snappin', and I'm the team captain

No more knee slappin' or shoe shinin' or shoe signin' 'til the dream happens

I'm just gon' keep rappin'

And y'all just keep clappin' and keep happen

Like Flint got clean water and y'all don't got teen daughters

And black friends and gay cousins, y'all just gon' say nothin'

Know that the day comin'

Knees bowed, tongues confessin'

The last ones gettin' first dibs on blessings

Now these the first world problems that niggas make up

Keep on playin', we gon' shake this sh*t up

Keep on tellin' us we makin' it up

The American Dream, may you never wake up

The day is on its way, it couldn't wait no more

Here it comes, ready or not, ready or not

Ready or not, ready or not, ready or not

The day is on its way, it will not wait another day

No more, no more (yeah, it's on its way)

The day is on its way, I cannot wait, here it's to stay

No more, no more (yeah, it won't wait)

Here it comes

Tell 'em one more time!

The day is on its way, it couldn't wait no more

Here it is