Cocoa Butter Kisses

Chance The Rapper

  • Bm7
  • D/A
  • E9
  • Gm6/Bb
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Tom:
Bm7 E9 Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
D/A Gm6/Bb I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
Bm7 E9 I miss my cocoa butter kisses
D/A Gm6/Bb I miss my cocoa butter kisses
Bm7 E9 Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
D/A Gm6/Bb I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
Bm7 E9 I miss my cocoa butter kisses
D/A Gm6/Bb I miss my cocoa butter kisses [Verse 1]
Bm7 E9 Okie dokie, alkie, keep it low-key like Thor lil' bro
D/A Gm6/Bb Or he'll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour Saudi
Bm7 E9 Wiley up off peyote, wilin' like that coyote
D/A Gm6/Bb If I sip any Henny, my belly just might be outie
Bm7 E9 Pull up inside a huggy, Starsky & Hutch a dougie
D/A Gm6/Bb I just opened up the pack, in an hour I'll ash my lucky
Bm7 Tonight she just yelling "Fuck me"
E9 Two weeks she'll be yelling "Fuck me"
D/A Gm6/Bb Used to like orange cassette tapes with Timmy, Tommy, and Chuckie
Bm7 E9 And Chuck E. Cheese's pizzas, Jesus pieces, sing Jesus love me
D/A Gm6/Bb Put Visine inside my eyes so my grandma would fucking hug me
Bm7 E9 Oh, generation above me, I know you still remember me
D/A Gm6/Bb My afro look just like daddy's, y'all taught me how to go hunting, blam [Chorus 1]
Bm7 E9 Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
D/A Gm6/Bb I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
Bm7 E9 I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)
D/A Gm6/Bb I miss my cocoa butter kisses
Bm7 E9 Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank (Innanet)
D/A Gm6/Bb I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
Bm7 E9 I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)
D/A Gm6/Bb I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Innanet) (Kisses, kisses) [Verse 2]
Bm7 E9 I will smoke a little something but I don't inhale
D/A Everywhere that I go, everywhere, they be asking how's it going
Gm6/Bb Say the going's well, go figure, Victor's light skinned
Bm7 E9 Jesus got me feeling like Colin Powell, all praise to the God
D/A Gm6/Bb God knows he's a pro, he's a pro like COINTEL
Bm7 Check, checkmate, check me, take me to the bedroom
E9 Like she know me well, I mean normally
D/A Gm6/Bb You see Norma Jean wouldn't kick it with Farmer Phil
Bm7 But these kids these days, they get so high
E9 Burn trees, smoke chlorophyll, 'til they can't feel shit
D/A Gm6/Bb Shit-faced, faced it, 15 hits on this L
Bm7 Elevated, train, and the craziest thing
E9 Got me feeling like Lauryn Hill, miseducated, my dick delegated
D/A Gm6/Bb Rap Bill Bellamy, they said I shoulda never made it Probably shoulda been dead or in jail
Bm7 E9 Deadbeat dad, enough of that jazz Asshole, absinthe, thumpin' that glass
D/A Gm6/Bb Are we there yet? Ice cubes in a bong Rip, brain-dead, take a tug and then pass [Bridge]
Bm7 E9 I think we all addicted
D/A Gm6/Bb Yeah, I think we all addicted
Bm7 E9 Really though, I think we all addicted (Yah)
D/A Gm6/Bb I think we all addicted [Chorus 2]
Bm7 E9 Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
D/A Gm6/Bb I got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dank
Bm7 E9 I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)
D/A Gm6/Bb I think we all addicted (Kisses, kisses)
Bm7 E9 Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
D/A Gm6/Bb I got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dank
Bm7 E9 I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)
D/A Gm6/Bb I miss my cocoa butter kisses [Verse 3]
Bm7 I could make a flow, pitter patter with a patter pitter, juicy
E9 Used to be in a jalabiya and a kufi
D/A Trying hard not to be addicted to a groupie
Gm6/Bb I ended up on an album cover in a Coogi
Bm7 You see, I be still a God but a goofy
E9 You be flowing about drugs and a Uzi
D/A Gm6/Bb That's the dual principle, sometimes I'ma be about some hoes Sometimes I'ma wanna make a movie
Bm7 E9 And when it come to rapping fast, I'm the Higgs Boson (Yeah) And though my style freakish
D/A Gm6/Bb 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
Bm7 E9 Know me, I'm the Obi-Wan Kenobi of the dope, see (What?)
D/A Never scared of mean spirits, methamphetamine lyrics
Gm6/Bb Cooler like I'm off of codeine, low key
Bm7 Don't be so judgmental, even though I'm reminiscing
E9 If I don't know what I miss is I'ma end up figuring out that it's home
D/A Gm6/Bb And my mother and my grandmother cocoa butter kisses
Bm7 This is just a testament to the ones that raised me
E9 The ones that I praise and I'm thanking I need 'em but the chronic all up in my clothes
D/A And I wanna get a hug, and I can't 'cause I'm stanking
Gm6/Bb Never too old for a spanking, IGH! [Outro]
Bm7 E9 Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stank
D/A Gm6/Bb I got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dank
Bm7 E9 I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)
D/A Gm6/Bb I think we all addicted (Kisses, kisses)
Bm7 E9 Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
D/A Gm6/Bb I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
Bm7 E9 I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)
D/A Gm6/Bb I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)
Bm7 E9 Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
D/A Gm6/Bb I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
Bm7 E9 I miss my cocoa butter kisses
D/A Gm6/Bb I miss my cocoa butter kisses
  • Bm7
  • D/A
  • E9
  • Gm6/Bb
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Composição: Tung Twista, Chance e Vic Mensa

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