Biografía:
Chancelor Bennett (nacido Abril 16, 1993), mejor conocido bajo el nombre Chance The Rapper, es un cantante de hip-hop americano proveniente del vecindario Chatham de Chicago, Illinois. En 2013, empezó a ganar reconocimiento masivo gracias al lanzamiento de su segundo mixtape Acid Rap.
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Cigarettes on cigarettes my mama think I stank
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I got burn holes in my hoodies all my homies think it's dank
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I miss my cocoa butter kisses
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I miss my cocoa butter kisses
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Cigarettes on cigarettes my mama think I stank
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I got burn holes in my hoodies all my homies think it's dank
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I miss my cocoa butter kisses
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I miss my cocoa butter kisses
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Okie dokie alky keep it lowkey like Thor lil bro
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Or he'll go blow the loudy saudy of sour Saudi
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Wiley up off peyote wilding like that coyote
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If I sip any Henny my belly just might be outtie
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Pull up inside a huggy Starsky Hutch a dougie
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I just opened up the pack in an hour I'll ash my lucky
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Tonight she just yelling fuck me two weeks she'll be yelling fuck me
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Used to like orange cassette tapes with Timmy Tommy and Chuckie
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And Chuck E Cheese's pizzas Jesus pieces sing Jesus love me
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Put Visine inside my eyes so my grandma would fucking hug me
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Oh generation above me I know you still remember me
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My afro look just like daddy's y'all taught me how to go hunting BLAM
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Cigarettes on cigarettes my mama think I stank
I got burn holes in my hoodies all my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
Cigarettes on cigarettes my mama think I stank
I got burn holes in my hoodies all my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
I will smoke a little something but I don't inhale
Everywhere that I go everywhere they be asking hows it going
Say the goings well go figure Victor's light skinned
Jesus got me feeling like Colin Powell all praise to the God
God knows he's a pro he's a pro like COINTEL
Check check mate check me take me to the bedroom let you know me well
I mean normally you see Norma Jean wouldn't kick it with Farmer Phil
But these kids these days they get so high burn trees smoke chlorophyll
Till they can't feel shit shit-faced faced it 1 hits on this L
Elevated train and the craziest thing
Got me feeling like Lauryn Hill miseducated my dick delegated
Rap Bill Bellamy they said I shoulda never made it
Probably shoulda been dead or in jail
Deadbeat dad enough of that jazz
Asshole absent thumping that glass
Are we there yet Ice cubes in a bong
Rip brain dead take a tug and then pass
I think we all addicted
Yeah I think we all addicted
Really though I think we all addicted
I think we all addicted
Cigarettes on cigarettes my momma think I stank
I got burn holes in my memories my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
Cigarettes on cigarettes my momma think I stank
I got burn holes in my memories my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
I could make a flow pitter patter with a patter pitter
Two seats used to be in a jalabiya and a kufi
Trying hard not to be addicted to a groupie
I ended up on an album cover in a Coogi
You see I be still a God but a goofy
You be flowing out by trucks in a Uzi
That's the new principle sometimes I'm a be about some ho
Sometimes I'm a wanna make a movie
And when it come to rapping fast I'm the Higgs Boson
And though my style freakish
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
Know me I'm the Obi-Wan Kenobi of the dope see
Never scared of mean spirits methamphetamine lyrics
Cooler like I'm offa codeine low key
Don't be so judgmental even though I'm reminiscing
If I don't know what a miss is
I'm a end up figuring out that it's home
And my mother and my grandmother cocoa butter kisses
This is just a testament to the ones that raised me
The ones that I praise and I'm thanking
I need em but the chronic all up in my clothes
And I wanna get a hug and I can't cause I'm stanking
Never too old for a spanking
Cigarettes on cigarettes my momma think I stank
I got burn holes in my memories my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
Cigarettes on cigarettes my mama think I stank
I got burn holes in my hoodies all my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
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