เนื้อเพลง Chain Smoker - Chance the Rapper

[Hook:]
Still a chain smoking
Name dropping
Good looking
Muh' f*cking
Motha, shut your mouth
Brain broken
Frank Ocean listening
Stain hitting, satin woodgrain gripping
Paint dripping
Motha, shut your mouth

[Verse 1:]
Somebody pray for the God, oh lord
I wonder what Michael's on
Son jammin' to his sh*t
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 the last time that I write a song
Lot of n*ggas 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

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[Brigde:]
This part right here, right now
Right here, this part my sh*t
I play this so loud in the car
Forget to park my whip
I lean back, then spark my sh*t
I turn up, I talk my sh*t
Hope you love all of my sh*t
I hope you love all of my sh*t (IGH)

[Verse 2:]
Why toss my filter when she saved my life?
The same sh*t that kills us, always taste so right
That's why I pray to the dear lord
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
Big flip, kick to heaven and the bucket, f*ck 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

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[Bridge]

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