Lirik dan Chord Lagu Cocoa Butter Kisses - Chance the Rapper

JAKARTA, KOMPAS.com - "Cocoa Butter Kisses" adalah lagu hip-hop dari musisi kenamaan, Chance The Rapper.

Rilis pada 2013, lagu ini dimuat dalam mixtape keduanya yang berjudul Acid Rap.

Berkolaborasi dengan sesama rapper bernama Vic Mensa dan Twista, lagu ini menceritakan kenangan Chance The Rapper ketika ia masih muda.

Baca juga: Lirik dan Chord Lagu The Worst Guy - Childish Gambino dan Chance the Rapper

Simak lirik dan chord lagu "Cocoa Butter Kisses" dari Chance The Rapper berikut ini.

[Chorus]
Bm                                 E
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
D                                         Gm
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
Bm                                   E
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
D                                   Gm
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
Bm                     E
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
D                                            Gm
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
Bm                                  E
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
D                                    Gm
I miss my cocoa butter kisses

[Verse 1]
Bm                  E
Okie dokie, alkie, keep it low-key like Thor lil' bro
D                         Gm
Or he'll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour Saudi
Bm                     E
Wiley up off peyote, wilin' like that coyote
D                        Gm
If I sip any Henny, my belly just might be outie
Bm                               E
Pull up inside a huggy, Starsky & Hutch a dougie
D                               Gm
I just opened up the pack, in an hour I'll ash my lucky
Bm
Tonight she just yelling "Fuck me"
E
Two weeks she'll be yelling "Fuck me"
D                                                       Gm
Used to like orange cassette tapes with Timmy, Tommy, and Chuckie
Bm                                        E
And Chuck E. Cheese's pizzas, Jesus pieces, sing Jesus love me
D                                             Gm
Put Visine inside my eyes so my grandma would fucking hug me
Bm                                      E
Oh, generation above me, I know you still remember me
D                                       Gm
My afro look just like daddy's, y'all taught me how to go hunting, blam

[Ulangi Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Bm                                                   E
I will smoke a little something but I don't inhale
                                                      D
Everywhere that I go, everywhere, they be asking how's it going
Gm
Say the going's well, go figure, Victor's light skinned
Bm                                             E
Jesus got me feeling like Colin Powell, all praise to the God
D                                                     Gm
God knows he's a pro, he's a pro like COINTEL
                                           Bm
Check, checkmate, check me, take me to the bedroom
E
Like she know me well, I mean normally
D                                                                Gm
You see Norma Jean wouldn't kick it with Farmer Phil
                                                            Bm
But these kids these days, they get so high
E
Burn trees, smoke chlorophyll, 'til they can't feel shit
D                                                   Gm
Shit-faced, faced it, 15 hits on this L
Bm
Elevated, train, and the craziest thing
E
Got me feeling like Lauryn Hill, miseducated, my dick delegated
D                                                     Gm
Rap Bill Bellamy, they said I shoulda never made it

Probably shoulda been dead or in jail
Bm                                          E
Deadbeat dad, enough of that jazz

Asshole, absinthe, thumpin' that glass
D                                              Gm
Are we there yet? Ice cubes in a bong

Rip, brain-dead, take a tug and then pass

[Bridge]
Bm                  E
I think we all addicted
D                            Gm
Yeah, I think we all addicted
                       Bm                     E
Really though, I think we all addicted (Yah)
D                     Gm
I think we all addicted

[Ulangi Chorus]

[Verse 3]
                                                          Bm
I could make a flow, pitter patter with a patter pitter, juicy
E
Used to be in a jalabiya and a kufi
D
Trying hard not to be addicted to a groupie
Gm
I ended up on an album cover in a Coogi
Bm
You see, I be still a God but a goofy
E
You be flowing about drugs and a Uzi
D                                                                           Gm
That's the dual principle, sometimes I'ma be about some hoes

Sometimes I'ma wanna make a movie
Bm                                                                      E
And when it come to rapping fast, I'm the Higgs Boson (Yeah)