Cocoa Butter Kisses Lyrics
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, igh
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, igh
[Chorus 1: Chance the Rapper]
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
Okie dokie, alkie, keep it low-key like Thor lil' bro
Or he'll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour Saudi
Wiley up off peyote, wilin' like that coyote
If I sip any Henny, my belly just might be outie
Pull up inside a huggy, Starsky & Hutch a dougie
I just opened up the pack, in an hour I'll ash my lucky
Tonight she just yelling "Fuck me"
Two weeks she'll be yelling "Fuck me"
Used to like orange cassette tapes with Timmy, Tommy, and Chuckie
And Chuck E. Cheese's pizzas, Jesus pieces, sing Jesus love me
Put Visine inside my eyes so my grandma would fucking hug me
Oh, generation above me, I know you still remember me
My afro look just like daddy's, y'all taught me how to go hunting, blam
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank (Innanet)
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)
I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Innanet)
(Kisses, kisses)
[Verse 2: Vic Mensa]
I will smoke a little something but I don't inhale
Everywhere that I go, everywhere, they be asking how's it going
Say the going's well, go figure, Victor's light skinned
Jesus got me feeling like Colin Powell, all praise to the God
God knows he's a pro, he's a pro like COINTEL
Check, checkmate, check me, take me to the bedroom
Like she know me well, I mean normally
You see Norma Jean wouldn't kick it with Farmer Phil
But these kids these days, they get so high
Burn trees, smoke chlorophyll, 'til they can't feel shit
Shit-faced, faced it, 15 hits on this L
Elevated, train, and the craziest thing
Got me feeling like Lauryn Hill, miseducated, my dick delegated
Rap Bill Bellamy, they said I shoulda never made it
Probably shoulda been dead or in jail
Deadbeat dad, enough of that jazz
Asshole, absinthe, thumpin' that glass
Are we there yet? Ice cubes in a bong
Rip, brain-dead, take a tug and then pass
I think we all addicted
Yeah, I think we all addicted
Really though, I think we all addicted (Yah)
I think we all addicted
[Chorus 2: Vic Mensa]
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
I got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)
I think we all addicted (Kisses, kisses)
[Chorus 1: Chance the Rapper]
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
[Verse 3: Twista]
I could make a flow, pitter patter with a patter pitter, juicy
Used to be in a jalabiya and a kufi
Trying hard not to be addicted to a groupie
I ended up on an album cover in a Coogi
You see, I be still a God but a goofy
You be flowing about drugs and a Uzi
That's the dual principle, sometimes I'ma be about some hoes
Sometimes I'ma wanna make a movie
And when it come to rapping fast, I'm the Higgs Boson (Yeah)
And though my style freakish
I could still break your body down to five pieces like I did Voltron
'Cause I'm addicted to the craft and I be off a OG
Know me, I'm the Obi-Wan Kenobi of the dope, see (What?)
Never scared of mean spirits, methamphetamine lyrics
Cooler like I'm off of codeine, low key
Don't be so judgmental, even though I'm reminiscing
If I don't know what I miss is
I'ma end up figuring out that it's home
And my mother and my grandmother cocoa butter kisses
This is just a testament to the ones that raised me
The ones that I praise and I'm thanking
I need 'em but the chronic all up in my clothes
And I wanna get a hug, and I can't 'cause I'm stanking
Never too old for a spanking, IGH!
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stank
I got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)
I think we all addicted (Kisses, kisses)
[Chorus 1: Chance the Rapper]
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)
I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
[Prod. by Cam & Peter Cottontale]
[Click here to watch the making of the beat with Cam]
About
“Cocoa Butter Kisses” is about Chance turning into a man who repulses his mother. He misses the days when he still had his innocence and his mother used to give him sweet kisses.
Q&A
Find answers to frequently asked questions about the song and explore its deeper meaning
In an interview with Complex, Chance talks in depth about the song, saying that his and Vic’s verses were recorded on a “shitty mic” while they were “tripping balls” and the song originally had a different beat.
In a 2017 DJ Booth interview, Cam O'bi spoke about the song, saying:
Vic [Mensa] orchestrated that song actually. [Him and Chance] wrote that song before I even met them—they wrote it while they were on mushrooms. They did a voice memo recording of it originally to a totally different beat. It was called “Babies and Gun Shots (Fuck Hawaii)”. It had a meaning to it that they would have to explain to you. Like I said, they were tripping on mushrooms.
They couldn’t use the beat because the dude who produced it already gave it away to another local rapper and didn’t want to give it to Chance. Even at the time, I was like, “what?” Because everybody knew he was about to blow up. So Vic introduced me to Peter Cottontale and was like, “Y’all should join forces and do something together.” Vic had this crazy idea in his head of what that would be like. So we did.
[Peter and I] had a session in the Kids These Days rehearsal space. Chance and Vic were singing us the hook repeatedly while me and Peter sat on our keyboards and tried to work out chords and shit. I had my computer with Fruity Loops up and I had drums going, and Peter was on keys coming up with the chords. I remember the moment he hit the right chords: he was playing this chord [hums melody] and I was like, “Oh shit! Go up, go up.” [Hums melody] And I was like, “Go up again! Boom! Right there, that’s the chord progression.” Everything else was easy after that.
They all had to leave to go on tour so they left the shit with me—all we had was the chord progression and a bassline. I remember Chance asked me, “You think you can have this done by the time we get back?” They were only going to be gone a week maybe. I was like, “Sure, I got you.” I was confident in myself. So I took all the pieces with the original a cappella and just used that as my guide.
You know how the drums are super dirty, right? I was like, “What if I had some New York drums playing a Southern bounce?” I was super interested in The Cool Kids’ drums and I was trying to make it sound like some of their shit. It took me a while to get the sound I was going for and I still didn’t quite get it, but it sounded good.
When they came back, I played [the finished beat] for Chance and he lit up. He was so excited, he couldn’t contain himself. When I heard it I was like, “This is a fucking hit.” I thank all of them for that because it wouldn’t have been made without them. That came from us vibing together. Peter laid down the most important part to that shit, but they left it to me to make it work.
[That song] catapulted my career, too. It changed my life. I was trying to establish myself outside of the J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League and that’s exactly what it did. People noticed me, and not only that, it’s my sound. Usually with the industry, in order to have a hit song you have to do the sound that’s trendy, you have to compromise. But with “Cocoa Butter Kisses,” I got to define my own “hit.”
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