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letra de brain cells - chance the rapper

[hook:]
i burned too many brain cells down
to be worried bout my brain cells now [x4]

[verse 1:]
here’s a tab of acid for your ear
you’re the plastic, i’m the p-ssion and the magic in the air
the flabbergasted avalanche of ambulances near
the labyrinth of pan’s lab is adamantly here
no -ssignments, book of rhyming and i’m drawing doodles
i should rhyme rhyme with ramen noodles
ramadan, i’m the don of the diamond jewels
fond of finding a way to kindly tell these toddlers toodles
i’m a kamikaze and i’m a kinda cuckoo
i could write a f-cking book, non kamasutral
you n-gg-s goofies since a conflict that is kinda crucial
caught you on the 9 in all blue yelling i’m a neutral
but i’m a let the bull p-ss like matadors
versus a minotaur
verse is a metaphor
a metamorphoses and i’m a f-ckin animorph
i used to go to school with anna fedele & danny whorf
remember i used to bang with bad ones
’til my grandmama told on her grandson
mama said that i was way too handsome
to be throwing the hand’s son”
breaking walls like samson
but i’m a throw a tantrum
’til i’m on every samsung
sanyo, and handheld and handgun
please put ya lighter’s up
’til life is up
and light it up
and slice a cut
the night is young
it’s nice enough
the nicest blunt
the nicest stuff
my n-gg-s out here trapping a lot
i know you think you on
hiding reggie sacks in your socks
i hang with n-gg-s, whole jab in the jock
.4’s for 15, yea my n-gg-s we be taxing a lot
only to goofies tho, choking on a doobie though
my eyes do be low, two be rolled
remember days of the rufio
remember the days of chan-man and the skeeter man
brrrang dang to lil’ b
and bang a rang to peter pan

[hook]

[verse 2:]
light a joint
or spliff it if you cl-ssy
split a swisha witcha n-gg-
if you ask me
ain’t no questions h-t it vividly and p-ss me
don’t answer about your problems
or your issues or your ashleys
it’s a quarter to imminent, ten minutes to infinite
rims, henny, and reminisce
nostalgia and m&m’s
cinnamon tone women and
feminine’s getting intimate
all broads is frivolous
homies could get they dividends
d-mn, is he illiterate, literal syndicate
illegitimate, idiot, g-ngb-nger affiliate
sick twisted pr-ck, sick s-d-stic son of a biscuit
man f-ck this sh-t

[hook]

- chance the rapper

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