sorry to be so off topic but does any of you know of a trick to log back into an instagram account? I was dumb forgot my login password. I would love any assistance you can offer me
Wondering if you take requests? Nowhere on youtube is there an instrumental of chance the rapper's blessings 2 (reprise). I was wondering if you could do that possibly? Or, if not, shed some insight on why no one has done one yet? Is it a particularly difficult song to replicate? Thanks for any insight you can provide.
Hashtag fabulous Actually add an asterisk I'm tragically average But badder than shitty acid trips I'm... A die hard old schooler Singing dope songs little longer than a ruler Who dat the verse? Its the High Deaf Bandit Smoke a whole blunt and put the roach in a cannon I'm hot shit and a half I got ten strips for Benjamin's And quarters for half Daft kid on the culdesac
"Cocoa Butter Kisses" (feat. Vic Mensa & Twista) [Chance The Rapper:] 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, I miss my cocoa butter kisses Okie dokie, alky. Keep it lowkey like Thor lil bro Or he'll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour Saudi Wiley up off peyote, wilding like that coyote If I sip any Henny, my belly just might be outtie 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, 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, I miss my cocoa butter kisses [Vic Mensa:] I will smoke a little something but I don't inhale Everywhere that I go, everywhere they be asking hows it going Say the goings 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, check mate, 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 up in that class Are we there yet? Ice cubes in a bong, 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 I think we addicted [Chance The Rapper:] 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, I think we all addicted 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 [Twista:] I could make a flow, pitter patter with a patter pitter Two seats 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 out by trucks in a Uzi That's the new principle, sometimes I'm a be about some ho Sometimes I'm a wanna make a movie And when it come to rapping fast, I'm the Higgs Boson 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 Never scared of mean spirits, methamphetamine lyrics Cooler like I'm offa codeine, low key Don't be so judgmental, even though I'm reminiscing If I don't know what I miss is I'm a 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 [Chance The Rapper:] 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, I think we all addicted 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, 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 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 I miss my cocoa butter kisses Okie dokie, alky keep it lowkey like Thor lil bro Or he'll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour saudi Wiley up off peyote, wilding like that coyote If I sip any henny, my belly just might be outtie 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 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 I miss my cocoa butter kisses I will Smoke a little something but I don't inhale, everywhere that I go, everywhere They be asking hows it going, say the goings 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, check mate, 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 up in that class Are we there yet? ice cubes in a bong, 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 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 I think we all addicted 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 I could make a flow, pitter patter with a patter pitter Two seats 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 new principle, sometimes I'mma be about some hoes Sometimes I'mma wanna make a movie And when it come to rapping fast, I'm the higgs boson 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 Never scared of mean spirits, methamphetamine lyrics Cooler like I'm offa codeine, low key Don't be so judgmental, even though I'm reminiscing If I don't know what I miss is Ima 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, igh Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stank I got burn holes in my memories my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses I think we all addicted 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 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 I miss my cocoa butter kisses Okie dokie, alky keep it lowkey like Thor lil bro Or he'll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour saudi Wiley up off peyote, wilding like that coyote If I sip any henny, my belly just might be outtie 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 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 I miss my cocoa butter kisses I will Smoke a little something but I don't inhale, everywhere that I go, everywhere They be asking hows it going, say the goings 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, check mate, 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 up in that class Are we there yet? ice cubes in a bong, 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 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 I think we all addicted 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 I could make a flow, pitter patter with a patter pitter Two seats 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 new principle, sometimes I'mma be about some hoes Sometimes I'mma wanna make a movie And when it come to rapping fast, I'm the higgs boson 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 Never scared of mean spirits, methamphetamine lyrics Cooler like I'm offa codeine, low key Don't be so judgmental, even though I'm reminiscing If I don't know what I miss is Ima 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, igh Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stank I got burn holes in my memories my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses I think we all addicted 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
[Chance The Rapper:] 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, I miss my cocoa butter kisses Okie dokie, alky. Keep it lowkey like Thor lil bro Or he'll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour Saudi Wiley up off peyote, wilding like that coyote If I sip any Henny, my belly just might be outtie 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, 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, I miss my cocoa butter kisses [Vic Mensa:] I will smoke a little something but I don't inhale Everywhere that I go, everywhere they be asking hows it going Say the goings 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, check mate, 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 up in that class Are we there yet? Ice cubes in a bong, 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 I think we addicted [Chance The Rapper:] 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, I think we all addicted 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 [Twista:] I could make a flow, pitter patter with a patter pitter Two seats 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 out by trucks in a Uzi That's the new principle, sometimes I'm a be about some ho Sometimes I'm a wanna make a movie And when it come to rapping fast, I'm the Higgs Boson 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 Never scared of mean spirits, methamphetamine lyrics Cooler like I'm offa codeine, low key Don't be so judgmental, even though I'm reminiscing If I don't know what I miss is I'm a 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 [Chance The Rapper:] 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, I think we all addicted 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, I miss my cocoa butter kisses
12 o clock and we jump around Light it up and we smoke a pound head spinnin I don't fuckin care Pop a xan and we outta there The car swerves I can't fuckin read, The stop sign in front of me My friends laugh but I'm buggin out car crashed blood's spilling out My hands clench I can't fuckin see Paramedics come, I can't fuckin breathe Visions bad I couldn't even tell that my best friend was right next to me. How the fuck could this come to be My moms standing right over me She starts to cry and I can't speak I'm paralyzed, oh fuck me I wanna die Verse Two Oh man my life's fucked up Fast forward just one month In my room, smoking weed Cast on my leg, I got a broken knee Blurry eyes, my moms screams My door opens to the fuckin police Guns pointed right at me I grabbed mine and they shot me. A drug raid I should've fucking known I'm so drunk off this patrone I try to reach for my fuckin phone To call my friend but I'm all alone Face numb, tongue and check Police grab and cuff me On one leg I stumble out The front door as they lead me. Verse 3 Blood drips on the backseat I got caught by the PD Driving through my home town Old memories and old sounds Sirens almost too familiar Gunshots outside aren't peculiar This world is crazy lean got me lazy Everything looks so fuckin hazy What has life come to be Is this a dream? Or a movie My family probably thinks they gone' lose me My stomach churns I'm dead inside I feel like it ain't real until I realized I could just open my eyes It was just a dream Verse 4 I took a deep breath looked around me I was at a friends party Room was cloudy Smoke around me Music bumped And my friends were loud see I didn't know where I was Then someone helped me up Felt buzzed but walked out the front door to the neighbors lawn When I was stopped by my friend He offered me a ride Showed me to his car And then lead me inside I didn't want to go but I swallowed my pride What a crazy night I thought as he drived Verse 5 Lights went past the windows as I gazed at the street Bottles of liquor were next to me in the seat And then I thought of my dream Wondered if it was too late I screamed at the driver as loud as I could To slam on the breaks I couldn't face reality Mentality had doubts in me The lethality of the situation was haunting me He wouldn't stop the car As he yelled at me I begged for him to see The headlights right in front of me.?
e, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, Oooooh, ah 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 I miss my cocoa butter kisses Okie dokie, alky, keep it lowkey like Thor lil bro Or he'll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour Saudi Wiley up off peyote, wilding 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 you'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 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 I miss my cocoa butter kisses I will smoke a little something but I don't inhale, Everywhere that I go, everywhere They be asking hows 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, check mate, 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 up in that class Are we there yet? Ice cubes in a bong 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 I think we all 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, 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 (Twista) I could make a flow, pitter patter with a patter pitter Two seats 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 new principle, sometimes I'mma be about some hoes Sometimes I'mma wanna make a movie And when it come to rapping fast, I'm the Higgs Boson 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 Cooler like I'm offa codeine, low key Don't be so judgmental, even though I'm reminiscing If I don't know what I miss is Ima 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 praised 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, Ugh Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stank I got burn holes in my memories my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses I think we all addicted Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma 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, kisses Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma 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, kisses
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Verse 1: I smoke till I don’t wanna smoke, I chill and vibe to the life I chose, Nobody could even come too close- To me when I fuck those hoes. Imma livin and breathing icon, You couldn’t even see me? Come on! The NY cap, get that off- You knew you saw me, is that all? A smoke fest is a place to be, Even the boyz wanna smoke wit me, A Merchant wants that to sell to me, Even a chef or your mother wanna cook for me. Imma catch you and Imma bring the hook, Nobody can’t stop me from seeing your looks, A girl wants me to see her look, “She wants to fuck”- So it’s her I took, And yeah I know, you know, you ain’t uno, we both get so low, you ain’t solo, you have me- So you got pleasure, And I’m big so you ain’t gotta measure, “Pls go soft” I don’t wanna hurt her, I don’t kill, not tryna murder, Now it’s her turn, And she’s the server, a sucker- And we finished with a kisser. Damn! Verse 2: So shes been avoiding me, Not calling me, Just dodging me, She said she’s free- But she’s lying, And she’s cheating, My heart can’t feel now and so to speak, Your nudes are leaked, Not by me or anybody- We know! You got rolled! So I released your nudes off your camera roll. You steal, you eat and then you sleep, And then wake up and do the same thing, You stole my friends 10k bands, He’s fucking blind and don’t have lens, Crimes are bent and money spent, Your account Been checked, “What the heck” That was me when you steal those bands, Justice served so I do my dance. So you got me laughing? I don’t know, I have acid and I don’t show, And i parole- Around these walls, So you get caught up around the law, I miss my mom I cannot lie, The memories kept, no besides, A run through with the man and then I stand with the mindset to buy my mom a Benz. Verse 3: So you got me? Okay, I did the job, so you pay, I get payed and then I say- What the fuck is this job that I work at? (Work at) I work at- at a Warehouse, Run and crawl and small like a mouse, Get a girl and make her a spouse, So your job here is done and out. A nice young man like me, Full of strength and integrity, You think you got me Homie? You think you got…. Another nigga- another fisher- Another maker- I mistake her- For my senile and rude behavior, Oh my gawd-the looks she’ll give ya. I’m in love with this young girl, An acid man like me will curl- Up in her pretty face, I’m sure she’ll think that is lame, So I smoke one for myself, And for myself: I got some help, How to act nice and talk to girls, You think you got it? I got it girls.
I’m so sad. They removed chance the asian rapper remix on soundcloud... it was the idubbz mix tape roasting ricegum! WTF SOUNDCLOUD WHY REMOVE THE SONG THAT GOT ME LISTENING TO YOUR AMAZING SOUNDS!
im drankin liquor til my liver give up im fucking fucked up i need sum guidance from the man from above i dont wanna fucking grow up but still wonderin what will my future really become cause i dont wanna grow up who the fuck wanna grow up i just wanna chill drinkin my duff while im passin and puff i know this life is so tough so im just doing sum drugs now im just high in the sky flying like a white dove
Gotta out of thee cab, I'm not a tweek, do I really need rehab, I'm only 16, I cant be that bad, I think I need a chat with dad, but too bad haha he's dead, that's not me laughing please man, I dont need redemption like jesus, I am just wanna be exempt or a free man, I'm the little weed man, bitches dont want smoke, cause I'm always chiefing, it's not a problem just a answer to my questions i always wanted to be fly like pan just needed my happy thoughts and mad session and let's start the session, it's the season for smoking aggressive, I'm holding like majestic, I'm destined to smoke the shit forever if I dont have health problems yet man, I dont think death is a question, it's the answer and I'm infested with the testament of feeling blessed when I let this in, these little green sediments burn them into medicine and let them in, me and mary jane are the best of friends, I'm messaging her on her dm's, in other words I'm talking to a plant, all the carbon has got her sprouting like a champ, she lit like lamp at a my camp, I told you stay up like amp, bitches dont say sorry when I make you damp, I'm just tight like cramp, you might not do what I can, but I'm not gonna use you, I'll give you a chance, do you want this dance?
*******(EVERYONE WHO WANTS TO USE CHANCE'S SONGS OR INSTRUMENTALS) Chance doesn't copyright his music so you can put this on yo' videos******** (He makes money off his merch)
don't be mad man why not man look at the good side man how, she don't love me no more there's a lot of fish in the sea, but she's not the one you caught what am I supposed to do man catch other ones like what the keepers Catch the keepers reminiscing on the city like a track and a feature cause she wasn't worth your time she was nothing like a beeper why not go to target, find them and buy them it's cheaper but you wasted all your time and money, like a pleasure seeker her soul black and cold teeth blue and gold looking like the grim reaper when I played soccer she was watching from the stands as the scorekeeper I was on the field I was playing defense I'm the last man I'm the sweeper everytime I saw her she was whining and crying like a weeper and I couldn't see her I was trying so hard, singing these bars, making everybody else look weaker I was in the zone, playing on my phone, listening to music on a speaker
Just woke this morning so I know my breath stank My momma said why these dishes in the sink I gotta go wash the dishes I gotta go wash the dishes Just woke this morning so I know my breath stank My momma said why these dishes in the sink I gotta go wash the dishes I gotta go wash the dishes Ok dokie mommy But low-key I wanna cuss But then she gonna beat my ass The same thing happened last week But I started running But started screaming
This has to be a joke. The syllables don’t make any sense, there’s no sense of rhythm. If this was a serious attempt at lyrics/hook writing, then pick a different career.
Now if you talk relations I'm not to sure I'm like a bad doctor with few patients. They type of dude that will leave you waiting 15min late still ask for you to pay the plate and still try to ask for a kiss sneak dissing me is not likely to proceed in this world you steady hating so that's why I sit back just contemplating it's just frustrating how this world can see us say we equal but still feels like we in the back of the bus I push everything to the brink see where im from you can loose your life in the blink of an eye
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 Chano, Chatham's own Foolies glad I'm home Even my haters kinda glad I'm on Rest In Peace to my Vagabond Rapper song, singer - suspended, subpoena For misdemeanors, dreamer, held back ass is lowkey still a senior And I still shake up BO Squad, praying for my BroBois City on the Come Up, shout that nigga Sosa! Shout my nigga Fat Trel, shout my nigga Joseph Playing Buenos Aires while they sleepin' Buenas Noches! Wonder if I wrote this cause it's so crisp The most brokest cold stock broker winter solstice I could win an Oscar, Russian Accent Husky Acid addict, Costly avid Actor Kevin Costner Lyrics continue below Sponsored Content Single in Trinity? See Who's on the Top Dating Sites by Top10 Best Dating Sites featured video 10 Songs You Didn't Know Were Covers featured video 12 Hit Songs You Won't Believe Were Passed Up By Other Artists featured video 8 More Hilarious Misheard Lyrics About Food featured video 8 Things You Didn't Know About Drake AHHHHHHHHH!!!!! TURN UP TURN UP! Juice! (Juice!) Juice! (Juice!) Juice! (Juice!) Juice! (Juice!) I got the juice, I got the juice (YUP!) God give me one sentence more Maybe I just gotta get suspended more? Hash tag it, get mentions for it Make you love it, get it trending more And then act humble Hear some bull that some dude mumble Wantin' to jump dude, but let that nigga punk you Knowin bitch niggas wanna bring guns to the rumbles, igh! But I love y'all souls Don't let the juice spill Pac! Blue pill pop Til you feel good enough to pop the popped bitch in the blue heels yop! That one - drown in the juice nigga Hunnid proof get found in a youth nigga Stop with all the trynna introduce nigga Everybody know you dude you the new nigga! Hows it feel to be you? Yo no sé I ain't really been myself since Rod passed I ain't even really need that shop class I ain't really been weak since pops smashed I'm a genius, a mothafuckin pop smash Hit sensei, master Jack and Lindsey, Wiley, Kembe Been paid, 10 Day been they FAFSA AHHHHHHHHH!!!!! TURN UP TURN UP! Yup, JUUUUUUUGO You never tasted paper Tripped, racing yaself trynna chase the paper I just faced a Vega And you love being Kobe when you make the lay up Till you realize everybody in the world fuckin hates the Lakers, Hahaha And then everybody wanna sip Til the juice spill everybody want a bib And then everybody wanna dip Told you I ain't worried, I ain't scared of the booth All you can do is spit a verse of the truth Merge the mixture with the purest and the fruits And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice! Juice, juice, juice, juice... yup! Juice, juice, juice, juice... yup! Read more: Chance The Rapper - Juice Lyrics | MetroLyrics
