Acid Rap

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper] Ten damn days And all I got to show for it is shoes and shows and chauffeurs with road rage Still the same damn ad-lib: IGH!, always Still gotta letterman, no practice Still gotta burner man, no lacking Still lotta Jams n

[Hook] Still a chain smoking Name dropping Good looking Muh' fucking Motha, shut your mouth Brain broken Frank Ocean listening Stain hitting, satin woodgrain gripping Paint dripping Motha, shut your mouth [Verse 1] Somebody pray for the god, oh lord

[Verse 1] Kicked off my shoes, tripped acid in the rain Wore my jacket as a cape, and my umbrella as a cane The richest man rocks the snatch-less necklace Spineless bitches in backless dresses Wore my feelings on my sleeveless My weed seedless, my tr

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 Okie dokie, alky, keep it lowkey like Thor lil bro Or he'll go blow the loudy, s

Chance, acid rapper, soccer, hacky sacker Cocky khaki jacket jacker Slap-happy faggot slapper Iraqi rocket launcher Shake that Laffy Taffy, jolly raunchy rapper Dang, dang, dang - skeet, skeet, skeet She do that thing for three retweets The album fee

[Intro/Bridge] Thirsty, thirsty, tryna choose I mean, I know I'm pretty cool My Nitty bag, my kitty boost I got the juice, I got the juice [Verse 1] Chano, Chatham's own Foolies glad I'm home Even my haters kinda glad I'm on Rest In Peace to my Vagab

Yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah What's better than tripping is falling in love What's better than Letterman, Leno, Fallon and all the above What's better than popping bottles trying to ball in the club Is the first caveman

[Hook:] My druggy Love me When I'm ugly Hug me When I'm bummy, scummy I'm your hubby Let's get lost, let's get lost [Verse:] Damn I'm in so deep girl Probably cause you're empty You can't even speak Damn your mouth so minty Ooh your mama hate me Dadd

[Intro](x2) Acid Rap! I don't even talk to them on the phone again Leave in the AM, on the road again So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do [Verse 1: Chance The Rapper] Who smokin in my car? It's that nigga C