Chance The Rapper - Chain Smoker Lyrics
[Hook]Still a chain smokingName droppingGood lookingMuh' *****ingMotha, shut your mouthBrain brokenFrank Ocean listeningStain hitting, satin woodgrain grippingPaint drippingMotha, shut your mouth[Verse 1]Somebody pray for the guy, oh lordI wonder what might goes onSomethin' jammin' know we shareA rappin' trappin' trippin' sinninSlipping fluent chewing VicodinShoulda died- yelling YOLO was a lieAnd you a liar wonder why you wanna die so youngYou and I look just alikeAnd I'm afraid that this one right hereMight be the last time that I write a songLot of niggas wanna go out with a bangBut I ain't tryna go out at allSo I ain’t tryna go out the doorGot a lot of ideas coulda throw out the doorLast chance joint gotta be a dance jointFrom an introspective drugged out standpointThrow vans joint, wanna hold hands jointOld school for my old lone man joint[Hook][Brigde]This part right here, right nowRight here, this part my shitI play this so loud in the CorradForget to park my whipI lean back, then spark my shitI turn up, I talk my shitHope you love all of my shitI hope you love all of my shit (IGH)[Verse 2]Why toss my filter when she saved my life?The same shit that kills us, always feels so rightThat's why I pray to the dear lordGod know who he beTruth be told he juiced meIntroduced me to the lucy leafOh oh oh, I seen the light, I lost my lighterBig flip, kick to heaven and the bucket, ***** your supplierLies, Levis on fireFlyer on the wall I'm brighterIn the darkness of the nightIn the sky I get higher, higher[Hook][Bridge][Hook]