Brain Cells Lyrics - Singles - Chance The Rapper

I burned too many Brain Cells down 

To be worried bout my Brain Cells Now [x4] 

Here's a tab of acid for your ear 

You're the plastic, I'm the passion and the magic in the air 

The flabbergasted avalanche of ambulances near 

The labyrinth of Pan's Lab is adamantly here 

No assignments, 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 a kinda cuckoo 

I could write a fucking book, non kamasutral 

You niggas goofies since a conflict that is kinda crucial 

Caught you on the 9 in all blue yelling I'm a neutral 

But I'm a let the bull pass like matadors 

Versus a Minotaur 

Verse is a metaphor 

A metamorphoses and I'm a fuckin animorph 

I used to go to school with Anna Fedele & Danny Whorf 

Remember I used to bang with 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'm a 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 niggas out here trapping a lot 

I know you think you on 

Hiding Reggie sacks in your socks 

I hang with niggas, whole jab in the jock 

.4's for 15, yea my niggas 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 

Light a joint 

Or spliff it if you classy 

Split a swisha witcha nigga 

If you ask me 

Ain't no questions hit it vividly and pass 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 

Damn, is he illiterate, literal syndicate 

Illegitimate, idiot, gangbanger affiliate 

Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit 

Man fuck this shit 

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