Текст песни Chrome - A Colors Show - Samara Cyn

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