Chain Smoker

[Intro]
If this is my last shh- my last sh*t
Uhh, it definitely be mad important
Ey man, that sound like a Prince song

[Chorus]
Still a chain-smoking, name dropping
Good looking, muh' f*cking, motha, shut your mouth
Brain broken, Frank Ocean listening, stain hitting
Satin woodgrain gripping, paint dripping, motha, shut your mouth

[Verse 1]
Somebody pray for the god, oh lord
I wonder what Michael's on
Son jammin' to his sh*t, 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 n*ggas 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

[Chorus]
Still a chain-smoking, name dropping
Good looking, muh' f*cking, motha, shut your mouth
Brain broken, Frank Ocean listening, stain hitting
Satin woodgrain gripping, paint dripping, motha, shut your mouth

[Bridge]
This part right here, right now, right here, this part my sh*t
I play this so loud in the car, I forget to park my whip
I lean back, then spark my sh*t, I turn up, I talk my sh*t
Hope you love all of my sh*t, I hope you love all of my sh*t (IGH)

[Verse 2]
Why toss my filter when she saving my life?
The same sh*t 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, f*ck your supplier
Lies, Levis on fire, flyer on the wall I'm brighter
In the darkness of the night, un the sky I get higher, higher

[Chorus]
Still a chain-smoking, name dropping
Good looking, muh' f*cking, motha, shut your mouth
Brain broken, Frank Ocean listening, stain hitting
Satin woodgrain gripping, paint dripping, motha, shut your mouth

[Bridge]
This part right here, right now, right here, this part my sh*t
I play this so loud in the car, I forget to park my whip
I lean back, then spark my sh*t, I turn up, I talk my sh*t
Hope you love all of my sh*t, I hope you love all of my sh*t (IGH)

[Chorus]
Still a chain-smoking, name dropping
Good looking, muh' f*cking, motha, shut your mouth
Brain broken, Frank Ocean listening, stain hitting
Satin woodgrain gripping, paint dripping, motha, shut your mouth