Chrome - A Colors Show

Spirit half dead New look got the Worms in my head Spacewhip finna turn to my bed Still ride with the chrome On the rims Big wheels mean big pimpin', baby Big wheels mean big pimpin' Big wheels mean big pimpin', baby Big wheels mean big pimpin' I can't tell you how I'm feeling right now But the chrome hearts drip down From my neck to the ground, ho I'm outside with my city right Now though I'm face down in the Trenches right now (Shh) I'm finna buy another round For what's bound come I been working too Hard I deserve fun Flexing with him, end of night I deserve son Give me that fire, give me that hoo I'm finna burn some I won't show 'em that my Spirit half dead New look got the worms in my head Spacewhip finna turn to my bed Still ride with the chrome on the rims Big wheels mean big pimpin', baby Big wheels mean big pimpin' Big wheels mean big pimpin', baby Big wheels mean big pimpin' Come on, let's go Give me that fire Give me that, ayy, yeah Give me that fire, give me that Oh-oh, mm Give me that fire Give me that, yeah Give me that fire, give me that Give me, give me, give me Give me that fire Give me that fire, fire, fire Give me that fire Give me that, uh, ah-ah, yeah, huh I'm contemplating the extent To which I'll play the game And figure how to give Them keys when they Don't know my name Could put down mask like Alicia, let this face serve the game It's formula to the blow up But I prefer the change See through perspective Of the helpless wrapped 'round little fingers Then let this milli belt like Singers on my pinky ring See here's the thing When you connected to a Dream that you'd die for Start doing things to get to finish Even in the shadow No thing as flawless seams Live in a dry state so my pockets Need a little cream I'm beating on the door with Smile to show my golden teeth Ain't let me in so I went 'round The back with mud all on my feet The door was locked so I scaled up a tree with Cans of gasoline Say where the chimney? Found that bitch and Started pouring kerosene Sparked the lighter I just got from down the Street at that Supreme Urn, baby, burn Tears in eyes, vision blurred Never thought that What they think of me Ain't even my concern