paroles de chanson Chain Smoker - Chance the Rapper
If
this
is
my
last
sh-
my
last
shit
Uh,
it
definitely
be
mad
important
Still
a
chain-smoking,
name
dropping
Good
looking,
muhfucking
(And
it
would
have
to
sound
like
a
Prince
song)
Mutha,
shut
your
mouth
Still
a
chain-smoking,
name
dropping
Good
looking,
muhfuckin',
mutha,
shut
your
mouth
Brain
broken,
Frank
Ocean
listening,
stain
hitting
Satin
woodgrain
gripping,
paint
dripping,
mutha,
shut
your
mouth
Somebody
pray
for
the
god,
oh
Lord
I
wonder
what
Michael's
on
Son
jammin'
to
his
shit,
rappin',
trappin',
trippin'
'cid
And
sniffing
glue
and
chewing
Vicodin
Shoulda
died,
yelling
YOLO
was
a
lie
And
you
a
liar
wonder
why
you
wanna
die
so
young
You
and
I
look
just
alike
And
I'm
afraid
that
this
one
right
here
Might
be
last
time
that
I
write
a
song
Lot
of
niggas
wanna
go
out
with
a
bang
But
I
ain't
tryna
go
out
at
all
So
I
ain't
tryna
go
out
at
all
Got
a
lot
of
ideas
still
to
throw
out
the
door
Last
Chance
joint
gotta
be
a
dance
joint
From
an
introspective
drugged
out
standpoint
Throw
bands
joint,
wanna
hold
hands
joint
Old
school
for
my
own
old
man
joint
Still
a
chain-smoking,
name
dropping
Good
looking,
muhfuckin',
mutha,
shut
your
mouth
Brain
broken,
Frank
Ocean
listening,
stain
hitting
Satin
woodgrain
gripping,
paint
dripping,
mutha,
shut
your
mouth
This
part
right
here,
right
now,
right
here,
this
part
my
shit
I
play
this
so
loud
in
the
car,
I
forget
to
park
my
whip
I
lean
back,
then
spark
my
shit,
I
turn
up,
I
talk
my
shit
Hope
you
love
all
of
my
shit,
I
hope
you
love
all
of
my
shit
(Ahh)
Why
toss
my
filter
when
she
saving
my
life?
The
same
shit
that
kills
us,
always
feels
so
right
That's
why
I
pray
to
the
dealer,
God
know
who
he
be
Truth
be
told,
he
juiced
me,
introduced
me
to
the
lucy
leaf
Oh-oh-oh,
I
seen
the
light,
I
lost
my
lighter
Bic
flick,
kick
the
habit
and
the
bucket,
fuck
your
supplier
Lies,
Levis
on
fire,
flyer
on
the
wall,
I'm
brighter
In
the
darkness
of
the
night,
in
the
sky
I
get
higher,
higher
Still
a
chain-smoking,
name
dropping
Good
looking,
muhfucker,
mutha,
shut
your
mouth
Brain
broken,
Frank
Ocean
listening,
stain
hitting
Satin
woodgrain
gripping,
paint
dripping,
mutha,
shut
your
mouth
This
part
right
here,
right
now,
right
here,
this
part
my
shit
I
play
this
so
loud
in
the
car,
I
forget
to
park
my
whip
I
lean
back,
then
spark
my
shit,
I
turn
up,
I
talk
my
shit
Hope
you
love
all
of
my
shit,
I
hope
you
love
all
of
my
shit
I'm
still
a
chain-smoking,
name
dropping
Good
looking,
muhfuckin',
mutha,
shut
your
mouth
Brain
broken,
Frank
Ocean
listening,
stain
hitting
Satin
woodgrain
gripping,
paint
dripping,
mutha,
shut
your
mouth
Ahh!
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