Chance The Rapper

Cocoa Butter Kisses (acoustic)(Chords)

Chance The Rapper

Key: F

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F                         C 
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank 
G                           Am 
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank 
F                             C 
I miss my cocoa butter kisses 
G                         Am 
I miss my cocoa butter kisses 

F                         C 
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank 
G                           Am 
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank 
F                             C 
I miss my cocoa butter kisses 
G                         Am 
I miss my cocoa butter kisses 


verse 1 
F                         C 
Okie dokie, alky, keep it lowkey like Thor lil bro 
G                       Am 
Or he'll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour Saudi 
F                    C 
Wiley up off peyote, wilding like that coyote 
G               Am 
If I sip any Henny, my belly just might be outtie 
F                       C 
Pull up inside a huggy, Starsky & Hutch a dougie 
G                                Am 
I just opened up the pack in an hour I'll ash my lucky 
F                                    C 
Tonight she just yelling, 'fuck me,' two weeks she'll be yelling fuck me 
G                              Am 
Used to like orange cassette tapes with Timmy, Tommy, and Chuckie 
F                              C 
And Chuck E. Cheese's pizzas, Jesus pieces, sing Jesus love me 
G                        Am 
Put Visine inside my eyes so my grandma would fucking hug me 
F                       C 
Oh generation above me, I know you still remember me 
G                           Am 
My afro look just like daddy's, y'all taught me how to go hunting (BLAM!) 

F                         C 
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank 
G                           Am 
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank 
F                             C 
I miss my cocoa butter kisses 
G                         Am 
I miss my cocoa butter kisses 

F                         C 
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank 
G                           Am 
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank 
F                             C 
I miss my cocoa butter kisses 
G                         Am 
I miss my cocoa butter kisses 

verse 2 
(Innanet) 
F                         C 
I will smoke a little something but I don't inhale 
G                           Am 
Everywhere that I go, everywhere they be asking hows it going 
F                         C 
Say the goings well, go figure, Victor's light skinned 
G                           Am 
Jesus got me feeling like Colin Powell, all praise to the God 
F                         C 
God knows he's a pro, he's a pro like COINTEL 
G                           Am 
Check, check mate, check me take me to the bedroom, let you know me well 
F                         C 
I mean normally, you see Norma Jean wouldn't kick it with Farmer Phil 
G                           Am 
But these kids these days, they get so high, burn trees, smoke chlorophyll 
F                         C 
'Til they can't feel shit, shit-faced, faced it, 15 hits on this L 
G                           Am 
Elevated, train, and the craziest thing 
F                         C 
Got me feeling like Lauryn Hill, miseducated, my dick delegated 
G                           Am 
Rap Bill Bellamy, they said I shoulda never made it 
F                         C 
Probably shoulda been dead or in jail 
G                           Am 
Deadbeat dad, enough of that jazz 
F                         C 
Asshole, absynthe up in that glass 
G                           Am 
Are we there yet? Ice cubes in a bong 
F                         C 
Rip, brain dead, take a tug and then pass 

Bridge 
F 
I think we all addicted 
C 
Yeah, I think we all addicted 
G 
Really though, I think we all addicted 
Am 
I think we all addicted 

Hook 2: Vic Mensa 
F                         C 
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stank 
G                           Am 
I got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dank 
F                         C 
I miss my cocoa butter kisses 
G                           Am 
I miss my cocoa butter kisses 

verse 3: Twista 
F                         C 
I could make a flow, pitter patter with a patter pitter - juicy 
G                           Am 
Used to be in a jalabiya and a kufi 
F                         C 
Trying hard not to be addicted to a groupie 
G                           Am 
I ended up on an album cover in a Coogi 
F                         C 
You see, I be still a God but a goofy 
G                           Am 
You be flowing about drugs and a Uzi 
F                         C 
That's the new principle, sometimes I'mma be about some hoes 
G                           Am 
Sometimes I'mma wanna make a movie 
F                         C 
And when it come to rapping fast, I'm the Higgs Boson 
G                           Am 
And though my style freakish 
F                         C 
I could still break your body down to five pieces like I did Voltron 
G                           Am 
Cause I'm addicted to the craft and I be off a OG 
F                         C 
Know me, I'm the Obi-Wan Kenobi of the dope see 
G                           Am 
Never scared of mean spirits, methamphetamine lyrics 
F                         C 
Cooler like I'm offa codeine, low key 
G                           Am 
Don't be so judgmental, even though I'm reminiscing 
F                         C 
If I don't know what I miss is 
G                           Am 
I'ma end up figuring out that it's home 
F                         C 
And my mother and my grandmother cocoa butter kisses 
G                           Am 
This is just a testament to the ones that raised me 
F                         C 
The ones that I praise and I'm thanking 
G                           Am 
I need em but the chronic all up in my clothes 
F                         C 
And I wanna get a hug, and I can't cause I'm stanking 
G                           Am 
Never too old for a spanking, igh 
                          
F                         C 
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stank 
G                           Am 
I got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dank 
F                         C 
I miss my cocoa butter kisses 
G                           Am 
I miss my cocoa butter kisses 

F                         C 
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stank 
G                           Am 
I got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dank 
F                         C 
I miss my cocoa butter kisses 
G                           Am 
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
	        

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