Cocoa Butter Kisses

Ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne,
 Ooooh, ah
 Ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne,
 Oooooh, ah
 Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
 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 stank
 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, alky, keep it lowkey like Thor lil bro
 Or he'll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour Saudi
 Wiley up off peyote, wilding like that coyote
 If I sip any Henny, my belly just might be outie
 Pull up inside a huggy, Starsky & Hutch a dougie
 I just opened up the pack in an hour I'll ash my Lucky
 Tonight she just yelling "Fuck me", two weeks you'll be yelling fuck me
 Used to like orange cassette tapes with Timmy, Tommy, and Chuckie
 And Chuck E. Cheese's pizzas, Jesus pieces, sing Jesus love me
 Put Visine inside my eyes so my grandma would fucking hug me
 Oh 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 stank
 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 stank
 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 hows it going, say the going's well
 Go figure, Victor's light-skinned
 Jesus got me feeling like Colin Powell, all praise to the God, God knows
 He's a pro, he's a pro like Cointel, check, check mate, check me
 Take me to the bedroom, let you know me well, I mean normally, you see
 Norma Jean wouldn't 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-faced
 Faced it, 15 hits on this L elevated, train, and the craziest
 Thing, got me feeling like Lauryn Hill, miseducated, my dick delegated
 Rap Bill Bellamy, they said I shoulda never made it,
 Probably shoulda been dead or in jail
 Deadbeat dad, enough of that jazz, asshole, absinthe up in that class
 Are we there yet? Ice cubes in a bong
 We're 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
 I think we all addicted
 Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
 I got burn holes in my memories, all my homies think it's dank
 I miss my cocoa butter kisses, kisses, kisses
 I think we all addicted, kisses, kisses, kisses
 Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
 I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
 I miss my cocoa butter kisses, kisses, kisses
 I miss my cocoa butter kisses, kisses, kisses (Twista)
 I could make a flow, pitter patter with a patter pitter
 Two seats used to be in a jalabiya and a kufi
 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
 You be flowing about drugs and a Uzi
 That's the new principle, sometimes I'mma be about some hoes
 Sometimes I'mma wanna make a movie
 And when it come to rapping fast, I'm the Higgs Boson
 And though my style freakish
 I could still break your body down to five pieces like I did Voltron
 Cause I'm addicted to the craft and I be off a OG
 Know me, I'm the Obi-Wan Kenobi of the dope see
 Cooler like I'm offa codeine, low key
 Don't be so judgmental, even though I'm reminiscing
 If I don't know what I miss is
 Ima 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 praised 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, Ugh
 Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stank
 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 momma think I stank
 I got burn holes in my hoodies all my homies think it's dank
 I miss my cocoa butter kisses, kisses, kisses
 I miss my cocoa butter kisses, kisses, kisses, kisses
 Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stank
 I got burn holes in my hoodies all my homies think it's dank
 I miss my cocoa butter kisses, kisses, kisses
 I miss my cocoa butter kisses, kisses, kisses, kisses