Lyrics Ultraviolet - Chroma

The sun dont do nothing but shine
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And in my heart I'll cut you a slice
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Ayo
Pickin green crumbs off the human made
Stitched pony on me same as my fuckin name
Handin out flowers won't wait for the day
All my homies dead I'll be rolling and awake
Bitch I do believe in fate
This decision on parlay
Bih venetian hands on cake
Thinkin what you'd never say
You liable to pop
Hope you got fam to keep ya safe
Trippin balls at the Angelika
Timothy lookin like a kate
Flippin M's up from the K's
Did it without losing face
I could see the pricetags on y'all loose as frozen grapes
Only lookin up to allah oh lord
Birds sing for me tellin me it's time to work

I think I peeped it
What was cause of all this weakness
Huh
Still had some healing
Bandaged up and shot the village up
You know it take a few to raise the children right enough
Don't tone it down to they request
You know they always baking up
Smoking prop ciggys
In the clutches is my city, huh
Fitting how I made the kiddies dumb
Bouta fuck a kidney up
Spill some blood on home turf
Then pray that you'll be loved
I wish you luck
Yeah
I wish you luck
But still
I'm pacing back and forth
Upholding deity complex
If all they see in me is jest
I might just pull the trigger then
Blanks in the barrel
I just love to act dramatic
You been on the run
You just love to act asthmatic

The sun dont do nothing but shine
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And in my heart I'll cut you a slice
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They'd have to look at my molecular pattern
To realize it works
Like the curls of a cat perm
And from the ink bleeds a fool
That dreams of a few decades long peace, sharing sheets and getting home in one piece
Living! to every breath, every saint, ketchup stain
Every link in the chain makes sense cus being me brings cents
Till the cup holders hold sippi cups
Imma run it up!
Every single word that my lungs hold!
Word to my mom imma get her out the sunrays
Leak through
Imma shine to bring the shade
With my permanent marker leads the way
My words sharpen, bitch
God gave me the sun
And I love it when I wake
And I hate it when I clock in
So I write to block the rays one day
Word! Word! Word!
I need to block the sun!
So I
Work! Work! Work! Work!