Chance The Rapper - Brain Cells lyrics

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
It's a conflict that is kinda crucial
Caught you on the nine in all blue, yelling
"I'm a neutral"
But, I'ma let the bull pass like matadors
Versus a Minotaur, verse is a metaphor
Metamorphoses and I'ma fuckin animorph
I used to go to school with
Anna Fedele & Danny Whorf
Remember I used to bang with the bad ones
'Til my grandmama told on her grandson
Mama said that I was way too handsome
To be throwing the hands, son
Breaking walls like Samson
But, I'ma throw a tantrum 'til
I'm on every Samsung
Sanyo and handheld and handgun
Please put ya lighters 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
44's for 15, yeah my nigga
We be taxing a lot only the goofies though
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
Brrang dang to Lil' B and bang
A rang to Peter Pan igh! Nigga
I burned, I, I bu-, I bu-, I burned
I burned, I, I, I burned br-br-br, hahahaha

I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried 'bout my brain cells now, nigga
I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried 'bout my brain
Cells now, now, now, now
I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried 'bout my brain cells now, igh
I burned too many brain cells down
Down, down, down, down, down

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
Feminines getting intimate
All broads is frivolous
Homies could get they dividends
Is he illiterate? Literal syndicate
Illegitimate, idiot, gangbanger affiliate
Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic
Son of a biscuit, man, fuck this shit
Igh, I burned too many brain cells down
I burned, I burned, haha
I burned too many brain cells down
Burned too many brain cells down
Sing it with me

I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried 'bout my brain cells now
I burned too many brain cells down
Burned too many brain cells down, no, no
I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried 'bout my brain cells now, nigga
I burned too many brain cells down
Burned too many brain cells down
I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried 'bout my brain cells now, oh
No i burned too many brain cells down
To be worried 'bout my brain cells now
Fuck 'em i burned too many brain cells down
To be worried 'bout my brain cells now
I burned too many brain cells down
I burned too many brain cells down