Chorus 1: Bm7 E9 Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank D Gm6 I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank Bm7 E9 I miss my cocoa butter kisses D Gm6 I miss my cocoa butter kisses Bm7 E9 Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank D Gm6 I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank Bm7 E9 I miss my cocoa butter kisses D Gm6 I miss my cocoa butter kisses Verse 1: Bm7 E9 Okie dokie, alkie, keep it low-key like Thor lil' bro D Gm6 Or he'll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour Saudi Bm7 E9 Wiley up off peyote, wilin' like that coyote D Gm6 If I sip any Henny, my belly just might be outie Bm7 E9 Pull up inside a huggy, Starsky & Hutch a dougie D Gm6 I just opened up the pack, in an hour I'll ash my lucky Bm7 Tonight she just yelling "xxxx me" E9 Two weeks she'll be yelling "xxxx me" D Gm6 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 Gm6 Put Visine inside my eyes so my grandma would xxxxing hug me Bm7 E9 Oh, generation above me, I know you still remember me D Gm6 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 Gm6 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 Gm6 I miss my cocoa butter kisses Bm7 E9 Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank -Innanet- D Gm6 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 Gm6 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 Everywhere that I go, everywhere, they be asking how's it going Gm6 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 Gm6 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 Gm6 You see Norma Jean wouldn't kick it with Farmer Phil Bm7 But these kids these days, they get so high E9 Burn trees, smoke chlorophyll, 'til they can't feel xxxx D Gm6 xxxx-faced, faced it, 15 hits on this L Bm7 Elevated, train, and the craziest thing E9 Got me feeling like Lauryn Hill, miseducated, my xxxx delegated D Gm6 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 xxxxxxx, absinthe, thumpin' that glass D Gm6 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 Gm6 Yeah, I think we all addicted Bm7 E9 Really though, I think we all addicted -Yah- D Gm6 I think we all addicted Chorus 2: Bm7 E9 Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank D Gm6 I got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dank Bm7 E9 I miss my cocoa butter kisses -Kisses, kisses- D Gm6 I think we all addicted -Kisses, kisses- Bm7 E9 Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank D Gm6 I got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dank Bm7 E9 I miss my cocoa butter kisses -Kisses, kisses- D Gm6 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 Trying hard not to be addicted to a groupie Gm6 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 Gm6 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 Gm6 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 Never scared of mean spirits, methamphetamine lyrics Gm6 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 Gm6 And my mother and my grandmother cocoa butter kisses Bm7 This is just a testament to the ones that raised me E9 The ones that I praise and I'm thanking I need 'em but the chronic all up in my clothes D And I wanna get a hug, and I can't 'cause I'm stanking Gm6 Never too old for a spanking, IGH! Outro: Bm7 E9 Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stank D Gm6 I got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dank Bm7 E9 I miss my cocoa butter kisses -Kisses, kisses- D Gm6 I think we all addicted -Kisses, kisses- Bm7 E9 Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank D Gm6 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 Gm6 I miss my cocoa butter kisses -Kisses, kisses- Bm7 E9 Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank D Gm6 I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank Bm7 E9 I miss my cocoa butter kisses D Gm6 I miss my cocoa butter kisses
