Quiet Storm Lyrics – Chance the Rapper

Read the full Quiet Storm lyrics by Chance the Rapper along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Chance The Rapper’s music, you can also explore Tree and Pretty, two other songs by Chance The Rapper.

[Intro]
And welcome back if you’re just joining us
This WBSL, the Quiet Storm Radio
The smoothest sounds on the airwaves
We’re coming up on the Star Line hotline
Where we love to give our listeners an opportunity to dedicate a special song to a special someone
Who do we have calling up tonight?
(Hello? Yo)

[Verse]
What up? It’s caller number nine
I just dialed in to tell you all”It’s gon’ be fine”
My mind was on hold but my heart was on the line
And like my hairline, yo, you always on my mind
I dedicate this record to a extra special listener
I’m always playing around, I mess around and then I miss her
I’m in and out of town but as soon as I touch down
Hit the ground then I kiss her
Hey Mister Mister DJ, won’t you mix or turn a table to a twister
Something more than whisper, sweet nothings to a sister
Something to remind her of her missions and militias
I’m here to foot the bill, if I don’t got the money
I’m roll my sleeves and do the dishes
Throw on a throwback like a jersey from the Super Sonics
Play me something, nothing too platonic
Picture John Smith and Pocahontas matching in some new pajamas
She want a young veteran maverick like Luka Dončić
I know your wars, know your battle scars, avatars
Know every time that you crisscrossed apple sauce
I know your specialties; espionage, sabiotage
I know your tendences; crashing out, caviar
You like the finer things, designer things
China things, things from Africa
You so good at fu*king finding things
You like mahogany, ebony, ivory
Diamonds, Cobalt, all kinds of shiny things
Now you found a new white man, they hating on ’em

Saying “Where’s Prince Charming?” You waiting on him
But it’s the same old b0mbers with the same old karmas
Sending missiles with signatures from Satan on ’em
So yeah, this caller nine reaching out for all of mine
You’ve seen the fall of Rome, never seen the fall of Rhyme
The poet-laureates with stories you would call a crime
‘Cause I fall on my own sword before I fall in line
I dedicate this song to Miss Congeniality
Double-lifing pageant queen living two realities
Causing the fatalities and praying for the casualties
DJ, get to spinning it, the quiet storm is imminent

[Outro]
Famous civil rights activities, Marcus Garvey, who was (??)