“Back To The Go” by Chance the Rapper & Vic Mensa is one of the personal, homecoming-themed tracks from Chance’s 2025 sophomore studio album STAR LINE (released August 15, 2025). The song captures an intimate and reflective return to Chicago (“The Go”), blending autobiographical storytelling with themes of self-reflection, mistakes, and rediscovery.
From the first verse, Chance sets a deeply personal tone, opening up about losing his sense of home—not in the physical, mortgage sense, but emotionally and relationally. He raps about feeling transient even within his own family, the aftermath of past choices, and the effort to rebuild. Vic Mensa’s verse dives into equally candid territory, from mental health struggles and therapy sessions to financial realities and relationship breakdowns. He mixes serious self-awareness with Chicago cultural touchpoints, sports references, and sharp wordplay. Scroll down to explore the Back To The Go lyrics and catch the fire behind its words.
| Lead Vocals | Chance the Rapper & VIC MENSA |
| Songwriter | Chance the Rapper & VIC MENSA |
| Music Producer | Stix |
| Label | Chance the Rapper |
| Release Date | August 13, 2025 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Chance the Rapper |
Lyrics of Back To The Go by Chance the Rapper
[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
I Made A Mistake, I Lost A Home
Not Like A Mortgage But More Like A Foster Home
Supposed To Be Two Parents But Now I’m Across The Globe
And Screaming Across The Phone, The Dog That Just Lost His Bone
I’m Back At The Bachelor Pad, Chicken Scratch On The Pad
I Got A Fix For An Itch And I Be Scratching It Bad
In The Kitchen Flipping The Script Like A Spatula Ad
Was Packing My Bags, Once I Unpack I’m Back In My Bag
Square One, Ground Zero, The Homeless Hometown Hero
I Was Transient Only In The Family Sense
And In The Past Tense Maybe I Was Absent
I Stopped Doing Acid
But I Been Keeping Tabs Since Them London Hoes
With Asses Said That They Love My Accent
No I’m Not Demanding Baby I Was Just Asking
Now I’m In Iraq I Used To Be Cold As Saxon
Not Because They Taxing [?]
[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
I Fall On My Face Sometimes
I Look At Myself, I Cry Sometimes
I Need A Lil Space Myself
I Look At Myself, I’m Right Sometimes
Tell Momma I’m Back In My Room
I’ll Be Packing Up Soon I Just Need To Lay Low
Anyone Ask, If You See Me Say “No”
Been Round The Board, Now I’m Back To The Go
[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]
I Made Paint From Out The Pain
Sometimes You Wash The Stains Out In The Rain
Some People Pulled They Fame From Out The Flames
Me I’m Like Loraine, I Came From Out The Frame
My Memories Photographic
My Slow Dances Was Magic, My Romances Was Tragic
My Real Life Feel Like A Still Life,
Back On The Canvas Just To See What It Feel Like
[?] No Time To Dodge
Took Some Time Pumping Iron In My Mom’s Garage
Then I’m Back To The Future This A Time Machine,
Back On My Feet This A Thai Massage
Surprise! It’s The Boy From The Pre-mature Burial
Fresh Off The Boat With A Story And A Stereo
You Bound To See Tears If You Ball Enough
They Say The Harder You Fall If You Tall Enough
[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
I Fall On My Face Sometimes
I Look At Myself, I Cry Sometimes
I Need A Lil Space Myself
I Look At Myself, I’m Right Sometimes
Tell Momma I’m Back In My Room
I’ll Be Packing Up Soon I Just Need To Lay Low
Anyone Ask, If You See Me Say “No”
Been Round The Board Now I’m Back To The Go
[Verse 3: Vic Mensa]
I Was Head Strong Til I Woke Up All Them Meds Gone
We Was Grown Acting Childish, Chasing The Redbone
Shit I Thought There Wasn’t No Biggie When Dead Wrong
Like You Picking Up The Crumbs Once All Of The Bread Gone
Back At Home With [?] Etched In Stone
Gangbanging Til Chief Touch Down Like Pat Mahomes
Trapping Travis Kelce,
Playing With Heavy Metal Like A Black Sabbath Lp
And Ain’t No Taxes On No Wealthy
I Been Eating Vegetables More Broccoli, Celery
But Therapy Says My Relationship Is Not As Healthy
Then We Moved Out That Lil Apartment
How I’m On Bel Air But
We Living In My Parents House Like Will And Carlton
Still Be Arguing Bout Some Old Shit I’m Sick Of It
I’d Put You In Chanel But You Still Trippin Off Ridiculousness
Moved You To The West Coast, It Ain’t About The Money Though
Cause Even Jeff Bezos Wife Got Up And Left Yo
I Can’t Flex Though I’mma Level With You Like Dex Yo
My Communication Abysmal Like It Was Pepto
Blame It On The Internet [?]
Stole Your Heart Like A Klepto, Baby Welcome To Death Row
[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
I Fall On My Face Sometimes
I Look At Myself, I Cry Sometimes
I Need A Lil Space Myself
I Look At Myself, I’m Right Sometimes
Tell Momma I’m Back In My Room
I’ll Be Packing Up Soon I Just Need To Lay Low
Anyone Ask, If You See Me Say “No”
Been Round The Board Now I’m Back To The Go
