NaNa Live in the Studio lyrics

by

Chance the Rapper


[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
Introducin' Chance the Ruthless
Trip 'shrooms and lucy
Dreams is lucid
Loosely based on music
Swallow my mucus
Hope your pus*y get herpes and yo' ass get lupus
Deuces Douches. deuce deuce I'll shoot ya
Shoes might boot cha and a suit might suit cha
They be on bullsh*t but they really don't do sh*t
They use of illusion could confuse Confucius
Nasty, ashy, cigarette ashing, 'til my voice get raspy
Last week suspended
Last night kissed Va$htie
Parleyed with Ashley
Always in the hallway, so I never been classy
Shut up

[Hook]
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Igh

[Verse 2: Chance the Rapper]
Acid acid, get it? Acid
Melts through plastic, I spit fired
Pad my palette, talkin' paper
If this was work, I'd get higher-ed
Pardon my mishaps, burp and get murdered
Fart and get b*tch-slapped, like bourbon mixed with jack
Lickety-split, lickety-slipped on a shell
From peelin' banana split backs
Give me my Kit-Kat
Don't break me off sh*t, batch, fack is you mean b*tch?
Zan with that lean b*tch, zan with that lean b*tch
Zen with that chakra
I eat it like Idi Amin, you know what I mean
Hit me back when that mean sh*t
Shut up
[Extended Hook]

[Verse 3: Chance the Rapper]
Vodka in my Redbull can, very formal
Shot a porno on a rebel cam
Don't be jealous that's the sh*t that got the devil damned
Yeah you got one banger? n*gga I got several hands
Chance and Dash and Dash and Detro at your rescue, man
Don't you love the way I treat you extra special and
Got me feeling upper echelon
And I ate cheerios for dinner
I broke like 40 bowls I'm the cereal bowl killer
Manilla
Fearing an animal
They like Chano your an animal
Here's a bunch of mushrooms go run in the woods and find your spirit animal
I'm, hard to devour
Hearts turning sour
I want to put my twins in a tower
So I could hoop in my basement and swim in my shower
Choke holding my wine glass
Propose a toast to the noggin
I got holes in my socks and coal in my stocking
Santa was on dirt with all the poor kids in Chatham
So I rode to the north pole with a pole and I shot him
Batman, Gotham
Autumn
I ought to start selling them
But I ain't even on that
Nananananannanananananannaanananan
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