Cocoa Butter Kisses

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, igh Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, igh Chorus 1: Chance the Rapper Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses I miss my cocoa butter kisses Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses Kisses, kisses I miss my cocoa butter kisses Verse 1: Chance The Rapper Okie dokie, alkie, keep it low-key like Thor lil' bro Or he'll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour Saudi Wiley up off peyote, wilin' like that coyote If I sip any Henny, my belly just might be outie Pull up inside a huggy, Starsky & Hutch a dougie I just opened up the pack, in an hour I'll ash my lucky Tonight she just yelling Fuck me Two weeks she'll be yelling Fuck me Used to like orange cassette tapes with Timmy, Tommy, and Chuckie And Chuck E. Cheese's pizzas, Jesus pieces, sing Jesus love me Put Visine inside my eyes so my grandma would fucking hug me Oh, generation above me, I know you still remember me My afro look just like daddy's, y'all taught me how to go hunting, blam Chorus 1: Chance the Rapper Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses Kisses, kisses I miss my cocoa butter kisses Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank Innanet I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses Kisses, kisses I miss my cocoa butter kisses Innanet Kisses, kisses Verse 2: Vic Mensa I will smoke a little something but I don't inhale Everywhere that I go, everywhere, they be asking how's it going Say the going's well, go figure, Victor's light skinned Jesus got me feeling like Colin Powell, all praise to the God God knows he's a pro, he's a pro like COINTEL Check, checkmate, check me, take me to the bedroom Like she know me well, I mean normally You see Norma Jean wouldn't kick it with Farmer Phil But these kids these days, they get so high Burn trees, smoke chlorophyll, 'til they can't feel shit Shit-faced, faced it, 15 hits on this L Elevated, train, and the craziest thing Got me feeling like Lauryn Hill, miseducated, my dick delegated Rap Bill Bellamy, they said I shoulda never made it Probably shoulda been dead or in jail Deadbeat dad, enough of that jazz Asshole, absinthe, thumpin' that glass Are we there yet Ice cubes in a bong Rip, brain dead, take a tug and then pass Bridge: Vic Mensa I think we all addicted Yeah, I think we all addicted Really though, I think we all addicted Yah I think we all addicted Chorus 2: Vic Mensa Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses Kisses, kisses I think we all addicted Kisses, kisses Chorus 1: Chance the Rapper Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses Kisses, kisses I miss my cocoa butter kisses Verse 3: Twista I could make a flow, pitter patter with a patter pitter, juicy Used to be in a jalabiya and a kufi Trying hard not to be addicted to a groupie I ended up on an album cover in a Coogi You see, I be still a God but a goofy You be flowing about drugs and a Uzi That's the dual principle, sometimes I'ma be about some hoes Sometimes I'ma wanna make a movie And when it come to rapping fast, I'm the Higgs Boson Yeah And though my style freakish I could still break your body down to five pieces like I did Voltron 'Cause I'm addicted to the craft and I be off a OG Know me, I'm the Obi-Wan Kenobi of the dope, see What Never scared of mean spirits, methamphetamine lyrics Cooler like I'm off of codeine, low key Don't be so judgmental, even though I'm reminiscing If I don't know what I miss is I'ma end up figuring out that it's home And my mother and my grandmother cocoa butter kisses This is just a testament to the ones that raised me The ones that I praise and I'm thanking I need 'em but the chronic all up in my clothes And I wanna get a hug, and I can't 'cause I'm stanking Never too old for a spanking, IGH Chorus 2: Vic Mensa Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stank I got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses Kisses, kisses I think we all addicted Kisses, kisses Chorus 1: Chance the Rapper Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses Kisses, kisses I miss my cocoa butter kisses Kisses, kisses Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses I miss my cocoa butter kisses