Cocoa Butter Kisses
Intro: Chance The Rapper
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Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stankI got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dankI miss my cocoa butter kissesI miss my cocoa butter kissesCigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stankI got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dankI miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)I miss my cocoa butter kissesVerse 1: Chance The Rapper
Okie dokie, alkie, keep it low-key like Thor lil' broOr he'll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour SaudiWiley up off peyote, wilin' like that coyoteIf I sip any Henny, my belly just might be outiePull up inside a huggy, Starsky & Hutch a dougieI just opened up the pack, in an hour I'll ash my luckyTonight she just yelling "Fuck me"Two weeks she'll be yelling "Fuck me"Used to like orange cassette tapes with Timmy, Tommy, and ChuckieAnd Chuck E. Cheese's pizzas, Jesus pieces, sing Jesus love mePut Visine inside my eyes so my grandma would fucking hug meOh, generation above me, I know you still remember meMy afro look just like daddy's, y'all taught me how to go hunting, blamChorus 1: Chance the Rapper
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stankI got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dankI miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)I miss my cocoa butter kissesCigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank (Innanet)I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dankI 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 inhaleEverywhere that I go, everywhere, they be asking how's it goingSay the going's well, go figure, Victor's light skinnedJesus got me feeling like Colin Powell, all praise to the GodGod knows he's a pro, he's a pro like COINTELCheck, checkmate, check me, take me to the bedroomLike she know me well, I mean normallyYou see Norma Jean wouldn't kick it with Farmer PhilBut these kids these days, they get so highBurn trees, smoke chlorophyll, 'til they can't feel shitShit-faced, faced it, 15 hits on this LElevated, train, and the craziest thingGot me feeling like Lauryn Hill, miseducated, my dick delegatedRap Bill Bellamy, they said I shoulda never made itProbably shoulda been dead or in jailDeadbeat dad, enough of that jazzAsshole, absinthe, thumpin' that glassAre we there yet? Ice cubes in a bongRip, brain-dead, take a tug and then passBridge: Vic Mensa
I think we all addictedYeah, I think we all addictedReally though, I think we all addicted (Yah)I think we all addictedChorus 2: Vic Mensa
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stankI got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dankI 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 stankI got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dankI miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)I miss my cocoa butter kissesVerse 3: Twista
I could make a flow, pitter patter with a patter pitter, juicyUsed to be in a jalabiya and a kufiTrying hard not to be addicted to a groupieI ended up on an album cover in a CoogiYou see, I be still a God but a goofyYou be flowing about drugs and a UziThat's the dual principle, sometimes I'ma be about some hoesSometimes I'ma wanna make a movieAnd when it come to rapping fast, I'm the Higgs Boson (Yeah)And though my style freakishI 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 OGKnow me, I'm the Obi-Wan Kenobi of the dope, see (What?)Never scared of mean spirits, methamphetamine lyricsCooler like I'm off of codeine, low keyDon't be so judgmental, even though I'm reminiscingIf I don't know what I miss isI'ma end up figuring out that it's homeAnd my mother and my grandmother cocoa butter kissesThis is just a testament to the ones that raised meThe ones that I praise and I'm thankingI need 'em but the chronic all up in my clothesAnd I wanna get a hug, and I can't 'cause I'm stankingNever too old for a spanking, IGH!Chorus 2: Vic Mensa
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stankI got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dankI 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 stankI got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dankI miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stankI got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dankI miss my cocoa butter kissesI miss my cocoa butter kissesWhat the song means
This song is a nostalgic, hazy reflection by Chance the Rapper on his childhood and the people who raised him, especially his mother and grandmother. The chorus centers on longing: the speaker is surrounded by smoke, burn holes in his clothes, and friends who think his habits are cool, yet what he really misses is the tender affection of home.
The verses swing between playful, rapid-fire wordplay about partying, drinking, and smoking, and warm memories of childhood, such as cassette tapes, pizza at Chuck E. Cheese's, and being hugged by his grandma. As the song goes on, the mood darkens. Vic Mensa's verse examines drinking and drug use, and the bridge repeats that everyone seems addicted. Twista's verse admits he is addicted to his craft, then circles back to the idea that what he truly misses is family.
The central image, "cocoa butter kisses," stands for the warm, loving care of his mother and grandmother, something that smoke and partying cannot replace. The cigarette smell and burn holes represent his rebellious adult life, which his mother notices and disapproves of. The song's message is that self-indulgence can leave you feeling empty, and that love and a sense of home are what truly restore you.
Key phrases explained
- cocoa butter kisses
- tierno cariño de la madre, el afecto cálido de casa — The central image of the song, representing the loving affection of family that the speaker misses.
- my mama think I stank
- mi mamá cree que apesto — The speaker's mother disapproves of the smoke smell that clings to him.
- it's dank
- está muy bueno / es genial — Slang borrowed from cannabis culture, here meaning cool or great, as seen by his friends.
- Jesus pieces
- medallones grandes de Jesús — Large Jesus pendant necklaces, a nod to the flashy jewelry of the time.
- the chronic
- la marihuana potente — Slang for strong marijuana, showing the hazy lifestyle the verses describe.
- Obi-Wan Kenobi of the dope
- el maestro sabio de la droga — A Star Wars reference used to boast about being a wise, skilled figure in the drug-related scene.
Song info
- Release date
- 2013-04-30
- Album
- Acid Rap
- Written by
- Cam O’bi, Chance the Rapper, Peter CottonTale, Twista, VIC MENSA
- Produced by
- Cam O’bi, Peter CottonTale
- Featuring
- VIC MENSA, Twista
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