Cocoa Butter Kisses

Chance The Rapper

Composição de: Tung Twista / Chance / Vic Mensa
Tom:
Afinação:
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
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      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
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                       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
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          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
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                               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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