Chance The Rapper - Brain Cells lyrics

[Produced by Peter Cottontale] [Verse 1] Here’s a tab of acid for your ear You’re the plastic, I’m the pa**ion and the magic in the air The flabbergasted avalanche of ambulances near The labyrinth of Pan’s Lab is adamantly here No a**ignments, book of rhyming and I’m drawing doodles I should rhyme rhyme with Ramen Noodles Ramadan, I’m the don of the diamond j**els Fond of finding a way to kindly tell these toddlers toodles I’m a kamikaze and I’m a kinda cuckoo I could write a f**ing book, non kamasutral You n***as goofies, it's a conflict that is kinda crucial Caught you on the 9 in all blue yelling I’ma neutral But I’ma let the bull pa** like matadors Versus a Minotaur, verse is a metaphor A metamorphoses and I’ma f**in animorph I used to go to school with Anna Fedele & 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 and light it up And slice a cut, the night is young, it’s nice enough The nicest blunt, the nicest stuff My n***as out here trapping a lot I know you think you on Hiding Reggie sacks in your socks I hang with n***as, whole jab in the jock .4’s for 15, yea my n***as we be taxing a lot Only to goofies tho, 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 Brrrang Dang to Lil' B And Bang a Rang to Peter Pan [Hook] I burned too many Brain Cells down To be worried bout my Brain Cells Now (4X) [Verse 2] Light a joint, or spliff it if you cla**y Split a swisha witcha n***a If you ask me Ain’t no questions hit it vividly and pa** me Don’t answer about your problems Or your issues or your Ashleys 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 Homies could get they dividends Is he illiterate, literal syndicate Illegitimate, idiot, g**ner affiliate Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit Man f** this sh** [Hook]