Lyrics Guitarrita - Chroma

Todo lo que puedo hacer
Lo hago hasta el amanecer
Y pase lo que pase
Seguire hasta queesten bien
Todo lo que puedo hacer
Lo hago hasta el amanecer
Y pase lo que pase
Seguire hasta queesten bien

At least we had a moment
Feels like my chance might be closing
Ain′t a thing that's more important
I′ll chase that feeling till it's over

Todo lo que puedo hacer (Puedo hacer)
Lo hago hasta el amanecer (El amanecer)
Y pase lo que pase (Que pase)
Seguire hasta queesten bien (Queesten bien)
Todo lo que puedo hacer (Puedo hacer)
Lo hago hasta el amanecer (El amanecer)
Y pase lo que pase (Que pase)
Seguire hasta queesten bien (Queesten bien)

Pull up in the tailored Comme Des Garçons
Matching sundress on my homegirl, you upsetting her
Don't understand the plastic lines on your face man
Nasty hoe, won′t ever let you step foot on my place mat
Lemme get a taste test
One sip, I′m wasted
We got French labels giving us Euros for placements
Celebrate with pinot noir bottles from the basement
Face it
This the future, past, and the present
This moment here, this one for the family
'Cause I ain′t ever had to worry bout food in the pantry
And all my friends alive I get to see them smiling
Smiling like we just got back from chillin at the islands
Last thing my great grandma said to me was treat everyone with kindness
Wear my heart on my sleeve I got it tatted
Too honest they takin advantage of my comments
Like Fox News does Kanye, I'm off it, I′m done with it

I don't gotta worry
Got strength in my blood
I seen a new day
Not everyone does
Going got tough
Could′ve been too heavy
But I changed my approach to be ready
My hand is steady
I'm taking aim at the top spot
Seeds are planted
This is the land that we grow on
Home advantage
We got the lead
So we go on
And we go on
And we go on

And we go on
Yeah we go on
I said we go on
Yeah yeah yeah
It ain't no sweat yeah
You can check there ain′t no beads on my neck
No there ain′t no crease on my checks
I still gotta speak with my chest
It's got me upset
Yeah I′m tired of working for fractions of dollers
That ain't a chain it′s a collar
Imagine the pain of blue collars
But you can't begin to imagine them hours
You cannot fathom the strength and the power
You will not stand for the weak
You a coward
Watching your sins from the top of the tower
And I know you scared ′cause the crowd's getting louder
And louder and louder
Yeah yeah
And it's getting louder yeah
Said it′s getting louder yeah