Текст песни Chrome - Samara Cyn

One resident describes her horrifying experience
When she first realized the complex was on fire
Well, I woke up to go get me a cold pop
And then I thought somebody was barbecuin'
I said, "Oh, Lord Jesus, it's a fire"
Then I ran out, I didn't grab no shoes or nothin', Jesus
I ran for my life

Spirit half dead
New look got the worms in my head
Space whip 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

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 sun
Give me that fire, give me that ooh, finna burn somethin'
I won't show 'em that my

Spirit half dead
New look got the worms in my head
Space whip 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'

(Ooh) give me that fire, give me that
Give me that fire, give me that
(Ooh) give me that fire, give me that (fire, fire, fire, fire)
Give me that fire, give me that

(Ooh) give me that fire, give me that
Give me that fire, give me that
(Ooh) give me that fire, give me that
Give me that fire, give me that

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
Burn,, baby, burn, tears in eyes, vision blurred
Never thought that what they think of me ain't even my concern