Letra de ST. CHROMA but it’s just my voice (Tyler, The Creator) - Spectre (Rapper)

Chromakopia

Chromakopia

Chromakopia

Chromakopia (Ooh)

Chromako–

Calm down, sit still, that's one mill' for each wheel

Top ten, big deal, how the fuck he do that?

What the fuck I look like? Get the fuck up out him way

Hawthorne is where I'm from, 'nother planet where him stay

Fifteen, cash for that new Ford, I had guap since nineteen

I popped out like a cha-ching, I think I'm a goddamn fiend

Really ballin' in this bitch, I'm the hottest in this bitch

Give a fuck about no bark, I'm chasing dogs up in this bitch

El Segundo felt like colosseum

P said I could do it too and, boy, did I believe him

I built a path to freedom 'cause them words that he said

"Give a fuck about traditions, stop impressin' the dead," ah

I'm gon' make it out, promise, I'm gon' make it out

Mama, I'm gon' make it out, pussy, I'm gon' make it out

I ain't never had a doubt inside me

And if I ever told you that I did, I'm fuckin' lyin'

Can you feel the light?

Can you feel the light (That fire) inside?

Can you feel that fire? (Can you feel it?)

Fire (Fire), fire, fire (Oh)

Woo, yeah, Chromakopia, Chromakopia

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