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Still a chain smoking Name dropping Good looking Muh' fucking Motha, shut your mouth (Hook) Still a chain smoking Name dropping Good looking Muh' fucking 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 guy oh lord I wonder what might goes on somethin' jammin' know we share a rappin' trappin' trippin' sinnin' slipping fluent chewing vicodin Shoulda died- yelling YOLO was a lie And you a liar wonder why you wanna die so young Letras de cancionesYou and I look just alike And I'm afraid that this one right here Might be the last time that I write a song A lot of niggas wanna go out with a bang But I ain’t tryin' to go out at all So I ain't tryna go out the door Got a lot of ideas coulda throw out the door Last chance joint gotta be a dance joint From an introspective drugged out standpoint Throw vans joint, wanna hold hands joint Old school for my old lone man joint (Hook) Still a chain smoking Name dropping Good looking Muh' fucking Motha, shut your mouth Brain broken Frank Ocean listening Stain hitting, satin woodgrain gripping Paint dripping Motha, shut your mouth (Brigde) This part right here, right now Right here, this part my shit I play this so loud in the Corrad Forget to park my whip I lean back, then spark my shit I turn up, I talk my shit Hope you love all of my shit I hope you love all of my shit (IGH) (Verse 2) Why toss my filter when she saved my life? The same shit that kills us, always feels so right That's why I pray to the dear lord 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 Big flip, kick to heaven and the bucket, fuck your supplier Lies, Levis on fire Flyer on the wall I'm brighter In the darkness of the night In the sky I get higher, higher (Hook) Still a chain smoking Name dropping Good looking Muh' fucking Motha, shut your mouth Brain broken Frank Ocean listening Stain hitting, satin woodgrain gripping Paint dripping Motha, shut your mouth (Brigde) This part right here, right now Right here, this part my shit I play this so loud in the Corrad Forget to park my whip I lean back, then spark my shit I turn up, I talk my shit Hope you love all of my shit I hope you love all of my shit (IGH) (Hook) Still a chain smoking Name dropping Good looking Muh' fucking Motha, shut your mouth Brain broken Frank Ocean listening Stain hitting, satin woodgrain gripping Paint dripping Motha, shut your mouth From Letras Mania