Chance The Rapper - Acid Rain lyrics

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper] 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 b**hes 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 sponsored links 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 n***as 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 sh** 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 cla**mates that wouldn’t f** 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