(Hook) x2
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Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
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I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
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I miss my cocoa butter kisses, I miss my cocoa butter kisses
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(Verse 1: Chance The Rapper)
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Okie dokie, alky. Keep it lowkey like Thor lil bro
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Or he'll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour Saudi
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Wiley up off payote, wil'ing like that coyote
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If I sip any Henny, my belly just might be outtie
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Pull up inside a huggy, Starsky & Hutch a dougie
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I just opened up the pack in an hour I'll ask my lucky
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Tonight she just yelling fuck me
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Two weeks she'll be yelling fuck me
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Used to like orange cassette tapes with Timmy, Tommy, and Chuckie
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And Chuck E. Cheese's pizzas, Jesus pieces, sing Jesus love me
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Put Visine inside my eyes so my grandma would fucking hug me
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Oh generation above me, I know you still remember me
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My afro look just like daddy's, y'all taught me how to go hunting (BLAM!)
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(Hook) x2
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Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
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I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
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I miss my cocoa butter kisses, I miss my cocoa butter kisses
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(Verse 2: Vic Mensa)
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I will smoke a little something but I don't inhale
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Everywhere that I go, everywhere they be asking hows it going
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Say the goings well
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Go figure, Victor's light skinned, Jesus got me feeling like Colin Powell
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All praise to the God, God knows he's a pro, he's a pro like coat and tail
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Check, check mate, check me, take me to the bedroom, let you know me well
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I mean normally you see Norma Jean with it kicking with Farmer Phil
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But these kids these days they get so high, burn trees, smoke Chlorophyll
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'Til they can't feel shit, shit faced, faced it, 15 hits on this L
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Elevated, train, and the craziest thing, got me feeling like Lauryn Hill
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Miseducated, my dick delegated, rap Bill Bellamy, they said I shoulda never made it
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Probably shoulda been dead or in jail
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Deadbeat dad, enough of that jazz, asshole, absinthe up in that class
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Are we there yet? Ice cubes in a bowl, we're brain dead, take a tug and then pass
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I think we all addicted,
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Yeah, I think we all addicted
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Really though, I think we all addicted
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I think we addicted
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(Hook) x2
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Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
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I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
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I miss my cocoa butter kisses, I miss my cocoa butter kisses
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(Verse 3: Twista)
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I could make a flow, pitter patter with a patter pitter
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A two seat used to be in a jala be in a coufie
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Trying hard not to be addicted to a groupie
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I ended up in an album cover in a Coogi
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You see, I be still a God but a goofy
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You be throwing up your drugs in the Uzi
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That's the new principle, sometimes Ima be about some ho
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Sometimes Ima wanna make a movie
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And when it comes to rapping fast, I'm the Higgs Boson
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And though my style freakish,
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I could still break your body down to five pieces like a did Voltron
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Cause I be addicted to the craft and I be off the OG
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Know me, I'm the Obi-Wan Kenobi of the dough see
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Never scared of mean spirits
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Methamphetamine lyrics
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Cooling like a motherfucker codeine low key
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Don't be so judgemental
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Even though I reminisce and if I don't know what I miss
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Ima end a figure freak out that is home
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To my mother and my grandmother cocoa butter kisses
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This is just a testament to the ones that raised me
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The ones that I praise and I'm thanking
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I need them but the chronic all up in my clothes
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And I wanna get a hug, but I can't cause I'm stanking
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Never too old for a spanking
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(Hook) x2
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Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
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I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
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I miss my cocoa butter kisses, I miss my cocoa butter kisses
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Cocoa Butter Kisses
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| Chance The Rapper |
