Chain Smoker Lyrics & Chords By Chance The Rapper

This is my last sh, my last shit?
Uh, it definitely be mad important
Ay man, that sound like a Prince song

Still a chain smoking, name dropping
Good looking, motherfucking
Mother, shut your mouth

Still a chain smoking, name dropping
Good looking, motherfucking
Mother, shut your mouth
Brain broken, Frank Ocean listening
Stain hitting, satin woodgrain gripping
Paint dripping, mother 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, motherfucking
Mother, shut your mouth
Brain broken, Frank Ocean listening
Stain hitting, satin woodgrain gripping
Paint dripping, mother 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 saved my life?
The same shit that kills us, always taste 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, motherfucking
Mother, shut your mouth
Brain broken, Frank Ocean listening
Stain hitting, satin woodgrain gripping
Paint dripping, mother 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

Still a chain smoking, name dropping
Good looking, motherfucking
Mother, shut your mouth
Brain broken, Frank Ocean listening
Stain hitting, satin woodgrain gripping
Paint dripping, mother shut your mouth, igh