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