Chain Smoker - Chance the Rapper

If this is my last sh- my last shit

Uh, it definitely be mad important

And it would have to sound like a Prince song

Still a chain-smoking, name dropping

Good looking, muhfucking, motha, shut your mouth

Still a chain-smoking, name dropping

Good looking, muhfuckin', motha, shut your mouth

Brain broken, Frank Ocean listening, stain hitting

Satin woodgrain gripping, paint dripping, motha, 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', motha, shut your mouth

Brain broken, 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

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 (Igh)

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, motha, shut your mouth

Brain broken, 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

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 (Igh)

I'm still a chain-smoking, name dropping

Good looking, muhfuckin', motha, shut your mouth

Brain broken, Frank Ocean listening, stain hitting

Satin woodgrain gripping, paint dripping, motha, shut your mouth

Igh!