“Acid Rain” by Chance the Rapper

“And ’m hungry; I’m just not that thirsty. As of late, all my verses seem not so verse-y. And all my words just mean controversy.”

Kicked off my shoes, tripped acid in the rain
Wore my jacket as a cape, and my umbrella as a cane
The richest man the snatch-less necklace
Spineless bitches in backless dresses
Wore my feelings on my sleeveless
My weed seedless, my trees leafless
I miss my diagonal grilled cheeses
And back when Mike Jackson was still

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, all 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 in me hoping I don’t get sick
Making all of this money hoping I don’t get rich
Cause niggas still getting bodied for foams

Sometimes the truth don’t rhyme
Sometimes the get millions of views

Funerals for little , is that appealing to you?
From your cubicle desktop, what a beautiful view
I think love is beautiful too

Damn that acid burn when it clean ya
I still miss being a senior
And performing at all those open mic events
High school, eyes closed seeing arenas

Smoking cigarettes to look cooler
I only 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

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 awa
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CPE

I'm routinely overestimated.

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