Lyrics Acid Rain - Chance the Rapper
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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
snatchless
necklace
Spineless
bitches
in
backless
dresses
Wore
my
feelings
on
my
sleeveless
My
weed's
seedless,
my
tree's
leafless
I
miss
my
diagonal
grilled
cheeses
And
back
when
Mike
Jackson
was
still
Jesus
Before
I
believed
in
not
believing
in
Yeah,
I
inhale,
who
believed
in
me
not
breathing
in?
Cigarette-stained
smile,
all
covered
in
sin
My
big
homie
died
young,
just
turned
older
than
him
I've
seen
it
happen,
I
seen
it
happen,
I
see
it
always
He
still
be
screaming,
I
see
his
demons
in
empty
hallways
I
trip
to
make
the
fall
shorter
Fourth
quarter
was
just
a
tall
order
And
I'm
hungry,
I'm
just
not
that
thirsty
As
of
late,
all
my
verses
seem
not
so
verse-y
And
all
my
words
just
mean
controversy
Took
the
team
up
off
my
back
like,
"That's
not
your
jersey?"
Stressing,
pulling
my
hair
out,
hoping
I
don't
get
picked
All
this
medicine
in
me,
hoping
I
don't
get
sick
Making
all
of
this
money
hoping
I
don't
get
rich
'Cause
niggas
still
getting
bodied
for
phones
Sometimes
the
truth
don't
rhyme
Sometimes
the
lies
get
millions
of
views
Funerals
for
little
girls,
is
that
appealing
to
you?
From
your
cubicle,
desktop,
what
a
beautiful
view
I
think
love
is
beautiful,
too
Building
forts
from
broken
dams
What
a
hoover
could
do
For
future
hoopers
dead
from
Rugers
Shooting
through
the
empty
alley
Could've
threw
him
an
alley-oop
Helping
him
do
good
in
school
Damn,
that
acid
burn
when
it
clean
ya
I
still
miss
being
a
seer
And
performing
at
all
those
open
mic
events
Ice
goals,
eyes
closed,
seeing
arenas
And
I
still
get
jealous
of
Vic
And
Vic
still
jealous
of
me
But
if
you
touch
my
brother
All
that
anti-violence
shit
goes
out
the
window
Along
with
you
and
the
rest
of
your
team
Smoking
cigarettes
to
look
cooler
I
only
stop
by
to
look
through
ya
And
I'm
only
getting
greedier
And
I'm
still
Mr.
YOUmedia
And
I
still
can't
find
talent
And
I'm
still
choosing
classmates
that
wouldn't
fuck
Mom
still
thinks
I
should
go
back
to
school
And
Justin
still
think
I'm
good
enough
And
Mama
Jan
still
don't
take
her
meds
And
I
still
be
asking
God
to
show
his
face
And
I
still
be
asking
God
to
show
his
face
I
am
a
new
man
I
am
sanctified
Oh,
I
am
holy
I
have
been
baptized
I
have
been
born
again
I
am
the
white
light
Rain,
rain,
don't
go
away
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