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Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stink. 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 stink. 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. Okie dokie, Alkie. Keep it lowkey like Thor lil' bro or he'll Go blow the loudie. Sorry if sour Saudi. Wily up off peyote. Wylin' like that coyote. If I sip any Henny, my belly just might Be Audi. Pull up inside a Huggie, Start skeeting hutcha duggie. I just opened up the pack in an hour, I'll ask my lucky. Tonight she just yelling, "Fuck me." Two weeks she'll be yelling, "Fuck me." Used to like orange cassette tapes with Timmy, Tommy, and Chuckie. And Chuck E. Cheese's pieces, Jesus pieces, Saint Jesus love me. Put Visine inside my eyes so my grandma would Fucking hug me. Yo generation above me, I know you still remember me. My afro look just like daddy's, y'all taught me How to go hunting. Blam. Cigarettes on cigarettes, My mama think I stink. 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 stink. 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 how's it going, say the goat ins well. Go figure, victors, light skin Jesus got me feeling Like cold and pale. All praise to the God, God knows he's a Pro, he's a pro like Colt and Tell. Check, checkmate, check me, take me to the bedroom Like she know me well. I mean normally you see Norma Jean with a Kick it with Farmer Phil. But these kids these days they get so high, Burn trees, smoke chlorophyll. 'Til they can't feel shit, shit face, face this, Fifteen hits on this L. Elevated train and the craziest thing got me feeling Like Lauryn Hill. Miseducated, My dick delegated, rap bill barometer. Said I shoulda never made it, probably shoulda been Dead or in jail. Deadbeat dad, enough of that jazz. Asshole absinthe up in 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, y'all. I think we all addicted. Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stink. I got burn holes in my memories, My homies think it's dank. I miss my cocoa butter kisses. I think we all addicted. Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stink. 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 Twister. I can make a flow pitter patter with a Patter pitter too, see. Used to be in the Jolivia in a groupie. 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 doofy. Blowing up our drugs in an Uzi. That's the dual principle. Sometime I'ma be about some hope, sometimes I'ma Wanna make a movie. And when it come to rapping fast, I'm the Higgs boson. And though my style freakish, I still Break your body down to five pieces like I Did Voltron. 'Cause I'm addicted to the craft and I be off of OG, know me, I'm the Obi-Wan Kenobi of the dope scene. Never scatter mean spirits, methamphetamine lyrics. Cooler like I'm off of codeine, lowkey. Don't be so judgmental even though I'm reminiscing If I don't know what a miss is. I'ma 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, ah. Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stink. I got burn holes in my memories, my homies Think it's dank. I miss my cocoa butter kisses. I think we all addicted. Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stink. 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 stink. 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