Chance the Rapper - 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, 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

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

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)

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

Let you 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 class

Are we there yet, ice cubes in a bong

Rip, we're brain dead, take a tug and then pass

I think we all addicted,

Yeah, I think we all addicted

Really though, I think we all addicted (Yeah)

I think we addicted

Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank

I got burn holes in my memories, all my homies think it's dank

I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)

I think we all addicted (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 (Kisses, kisses)

I miss my cocoa butter kisses

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 Imma be about some hos

Sometimes Imma 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

Imma 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, uh

Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank

I got burn holes in my memories, all my homies think it's dank

I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)

I think we all addicted (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 (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

• Artist:Chance the Rapper
• Album:d Rap