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Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Chance The Rapper - Acid Rain Lyrics



Kicked Off My Shoes, 
Tripped Acid In The Rain
Wore My Jacket As A Cape, 
And My Umbrella As A Cane

The Richest Man Rocks 
The Snatch-Less Necklace
Spineless Bitches And Backless Dresses
Wore My Feelings On My Sleeveless

My Weed Seedless, My Trees Leafless
I Miss My Diagonal Grilled Cheeses
And Back When Michael Jackson Was Still Jesus
Before, I Believed In Not Believing In

Yeah, I Inhaled, Who Believed In Me Not Breathing In?
Cigarette Stained Smile All Covered In Sin
My Big Homie Died Young; Just Turned Older Than Him
I Seen It Happen, I Seen It Happen, I See It Always

He Still Be Screaming, I See His Demons In Empty Hallways
I Trip To Make The Fall Shorter
Fall Quarter Was Just A Tall Order
And I’m Hungry, I’m Just Not That Thirsty

As Of Late, My Verses Seem Not So Verse-Y
And All My Words Just Mean Controversy
Took The Team Up Off My Back Like “That’s Not Your Jersey?”
Stressin’, Pullin’ My Hair Out, Hoping I Don’t Get Picked

All This Medicine In Me Hoping I Don’t Get Sick
Making All This Money Hoping I Don’t Get Rich
Cause Niggas Still Getting Bodied For Phones
Sometimes The Truth Don’t Rhyme

Sometime The Lies Get Millions Of Views
Funerals For Little Girls, Is That Appealing To You?
From Your Cubicle Desktop, What A Beautiful View
I Think Love Is Beautiful, Too

Building Forts From Broken Dams, What A Hoover Could Do
For Future Hoopers Dead From Rugers Shooting 
Through That Empty Alley
Could’ve Threw Him An Alley-Oop, 

Helping Him Do Good In School
Damn That Acid It Burn When It Clean Ya
I Still Miss Being A Senior
And Performing At All Those Open Mic Events

High Schools, Eyes Closed Seeing Arenas
And I Still Get Jealous Of Vic
And Vic Still Jealous Of Me
But If You Touch My Brother,
 
All That Anti-Violence Shit Goes Out 
The Window Along With You
And The Rest Of Your Team
Smoking Cigarettes To Look Cooler

I Only Stop By To Look Through Ya
And I’m Only Getting Greedier
And I’m Still Mr. Youmedia?
And I Still Can’t Find Talent

And I’m Still Choosing Classmates That Wouldn’t Fuck
Mom Still Thinks I Should Go Back To School
And Justin Still Thinks I’m Good Enough
And Mama Jan Still Don’t Take Her Meds

And I Still Be Asking God To Show His Face
(And I Still Be Asking God To Show His Face)
I Am A New Man, I Am Sanctified, 
Oh I Am Holy, 

I Have Been Baptized
I Have Been Born Again, I Am The White Light
Rain…Rain Don’t Go Away



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