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brain cells live - chance the rapper lyrics

[intro]
yeah
oh, yeah y’all gon’ let [?]
swear y’all gon’ [?]
sing it, uh

[chorus]
i burned too many brain cells down
to be worried ’bout my brain cells now, oh no
i burned too many brain cells down
to be worried ’bout my brain cells now, oh no
i burned too many brain cells down
to be worried ’bout my brain cells now
i burned too many brain cells down
down, down, down-down, uh

[verse 1]
uh, 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 kinda cuckoo
i could write a f-cking book, non-kamasutral
you n-ggas goofies, it’s a conflict that is kinda crucial
caught you on the 9 in all blue yelling, “i’m a neutral”
but i’ma let the bull p-ss like matadors
versus a minotaur, verse is a metaphor
metamorphoses and i’m a f-ckin animorph
i used to go to school with anna fedele and danny whorf
remember i used to bang with the 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’ma throw a tantrum ’til i’m on every samsung
sanyo and handheld and handgun
please put ya lighter’s up ’til life is up, then light it up
and slice a cut, the night is young, it’s nice enough
the nicest blunt, the nicest stuff
my n-ggas out here trapping a lot
i know you think you on, hiding reggie sacks in your socks
i hang with n-ggas, whole jab in the jock
.4’s for 15, yeah my n-ggas, we be taxing a lot
only the goofies, though, 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
brrang dang to lil’ b and bang a-rang to peter pan

[verse 2]
light a joint, or spliff it if you cl-ssy
split a swisha witcha n-gga if you ask me
ain’t no questions, hit it vividly and p-ss me
don’t answer about your problems
or your issues or your athletes
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 and homies could get they dividends
d-mn, is he illiterate, literal syndicate
illegitimate, idiot, g-ngb-nger-affiliate
sick twisted pr-ck, d-ck s-d-stic
son of a biscuit, man f-ck this sh-t, uh

[chorus]
i burned too many brain cells down
to be worried ’bout my brain cells now
i burned too many brain cells down
to be worried ’bout my brain cells now, oh no
i burned too many brain cells down
to be worried ’bout my brain cells now
i burned too many brain cells down
down, down, down-down

[outro]
oh no, no, no
oh no, no
oh no, no, no, no
and this is my 10 day
this is my 10 day, oh no
welcome 10 day
hahaha, word

- chance the rapper lyrics

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