Cocoa Butter Kisses
Chance the Rapper Lyrics

Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
The singer smokes so many cigarettes that his mother thinks he smells bad.

I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
The singer has burned holes in his hoodies from smoking and his friends think it's cool.

I miss my cocoa butter kisses
The singer longs for the tender moments shared with a loved one.

I miss my cocoa butter kisses
Repetition of the artist's desire for the tenderness of a loved one's kisses.

Okie dokie, alky keep it lowkey like Thor lil bro
The artist plans to drink but wants to keep it low-key like Thor's little brother.

Or he'll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour Saudi
If the singer gets too drunk, he'll end up smoking weed, which is referred to as loud.

Wiley up off peyote, wilding like that coyote
The singer compares his wild behavior when under the influence of peyote to that of a coyote.

If I sip any Henny, my belly just might be outtie
The artist's body doesn't tolerate alcohol well and he might throw up if he drinks Hennessy.

Pull up inside a huggy, Starsky & Hutch a Dougie
The artist arrives in a Huggy Bear-style car and performs a dance move called the Dougie.

I just opened up the pack, in an hour I'll ash my lucky
The artist just started smoking a pack of cigarettes and predicts that he'll finish one in an hour.

Tonight she just yelling, 'Fuck me', two weeks she'll be yelling fuck me
The singer's sexual partner is focused on the present moment while he is aware that their relationship won't last.

Used to like orange cassette tapes with Timmy, Tommy, and Chuckie
The artist reminisces about his childhood, listening to cassettes and watching cartoons.

And Chuck E. Cheese's pizzas, Jesus pieces, sing Jesus love me
The singer recalls going to Chuck E. Cheese and wearing jewelry with religious symbols.

Put Visine inside my eyes so my grandma would fucking hug me
The singer tried to hide his drug use by using eye drops so that his grandmother would show him affection.

Oh generation above me, I know you still remember me
The singer addresses an older generation, acknowledging their awareness of his existence.

My Afro look just like daddy's, y'all taught me how to go hunting (blam!)
The artist refers to his African heritage and hunting traditions taught to him by his family.

I will
Statement of the artist's determination to succeed.

Smoke a little something but I don't inhale, everywhere that I go, everywhere
The singer smokes occasionally but doesn't inhale.

They be asking hows it going, say the goings well, go figure, Victor's light skinned
People ask the singer how he's doing and he responds positively, referencing a lighter-skinned person named Victor.

Jesus got me feeling like Colin Powell, all praise to the God, God knows
The artist feels like a powerful figure such as Colin Powell, giving credit to God for his success.

He's a pro, he's a pro like COINTEL, check, check mate, check me
The artist is skilled at what he does, comparing himself to COINTEL, an intelligence operation of the FBI.

Take me to the bedroom, let you know me well, I mean normally, you see
The artist desires to connect with someone intimately but clarifies that it's not just because he's high.

Norma Jean wouldn't kick it with Farmer Phil, but these kids these days, they get so
The singer laments the shallow nature of relationships in modern times.

High, burn trees, smoke chlorophyll, 'til they can't feel shit, shit-faced
The artist describes excessive drug use until the users no longer feel anything.

Faced it, fifteen hits on this L, elevated, train and the craziest
The singer recounts a night of drug use, taking multiple hits off a blunt called an L.

Thing, got me feeling like Lauryn Hill, miseducated, my dick delegated
The singer feels like Lauryn Hill's Miseducation album and is unable to focus because of his sexual desire.

Rap Bill Bellamy, they said I shoulda never made it, probably shoulda been dead or in jail
The singer jokes about his success, referencing comedian Bill Bellamy and the likelihood of being dead or in jail.

Deadbeat dad, enough of that jazz, asshole, absinthe up in that class
The artist criticizes fathers who neglect their children and mentions absinthe as a high-class drink.

Are we there yet? Ice cubes in a bong, we're brain dead, take a tug and then pass
The artist asks if they have achieved their goal, referencing using ice cubes in a bong for added coolness and taking turns smoking.

I think we all addicted
The singer reflects on the addictive nature of drugs.

Yeah, I think we all addicted
Reinforcement and acknowledgement of the previous statement.

Really though, I think we all addicted (yah)
Reinforcement and resolute agreement with the statement that everyone is addicted to something.

Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
Repetition of the artist's mother's perception of his cigarette use.

I got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dank
The artist's memories have been tainted by drug use and his friends think it's cool.

I miss my cocoa butter kisses
The singer repeats his desire for the tenderness of a loved one's kisses.

I think we all addicted
Reiteration of the theme that everyone is addicted to something.

I miss my cocoa butter kisses
Repetition of the singer's desire for the tenderness of a loved one's kisses.