| This is my last shh- my last shit
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| Uhh, it definitely be mad important
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| Ey man, that sound like a Prince song
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| Still a chain smoking
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| Name dropping
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| Good looking
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| Muh' fucking
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| Motha, shut your mouth
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| Brain broken
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| Frank Ocean listening
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| Stain hitting, satin woodgrain gripping
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| Paint dripping
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| Motha, shut your mouth
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| Somebody pray for the god, oh lord
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| I wonder what Michael’s on
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| Son jammin' to his shit
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| Rappin' trappin' trippin' 'cid
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| And sniffing glue and chewing Vicodin
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| Shoulda died- yelling YOLO was a lie
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| And you a liar wonder why you wanna die so young
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| You and I look just alike
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| And I’m afraid that this one right here
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| Might be last time that I write a song
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| Lot of niggas wanna go out with a bang
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| But I ain’t tryna go out at all
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| So I ain’t tryna go out at all
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| Got a lot of ideas still to throw out the door
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| Last chance joint gotta be a dance joint
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| From an introspective drugged out standpoint
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| Throw bands joint, wanna hold hands joint
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| Old school for my own old man joint
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| Still a chain smoking
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| Name dropping
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| Good looking
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| Muh' fucking
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| Motha, shut your mouth
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| Brain broken
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| Frank Ocean listening
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| Stain hitting, satin woodgrain gripping
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| Paint dripping
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| Motha, shut your mouth
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| This part right here, right now
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| Right here, this part my shit
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| I play this so loud in the car
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| I forget to park my whip
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| I lean back, then spark my shit
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| I turn up, I talk my shit
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| Hope you love all of my shit
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| I hope you love all of my shit (IGH)
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| Why toss my filter when she saved my life?
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| The same shit that kills us, always taste so right
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| That’s why I pray to the dear lord
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| God know who he be
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| Truth be told he juiced me
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| Introduced me to the lucy leaf
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| Oh oh oh, I seen the light, I lost my lighter
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| Bic flick, kick the habit and the bucket, fuck your supplier
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| Lies, Levis on fire
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| Flyer on the wall I’m brighter
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| In the darkness of the night
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| In the sky I get higher, higher
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| Still a chain smoking
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| Name dropping
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| Good looking
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| Muh' fucking
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| Motha, shut your mouth
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| Brain broken
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| Frank Ocean listening
|
| Stain hitting, satin woodgrain gripping
|
| Paint dripping
|
| Motha, shut your mouth
|
| This part right here, right now
|
| Right here, this part my shit
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| I play this so loud in the car
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| 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 (IGH)
|
| Still a chain smoking
|
| Name dropping
|
| Good looking
|
| Muh' fucking
|
| Motha, shut your mouth
|
| Brain broken
|
| Frank Ocean listening
|
| Stain hitting, satin woodgrain gripping
|
| Paint dripping
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| Motha, shut your mouth |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chain Smoker , by - Chance The Rapper. Song from the album Acid Rap, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп