Chrome (feat. Adam Calhoun & Nova Rockafeller)

Tom MacDonald

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    I been wild since my teen ages
    High speed chases, smokin' weed in parking lots of police stations
    Couple cds in my discman, it was pac or nirvana
    Skateboard deck was painted with a topless pic of madonna
    Fuck a rule, I'm the same young buckaroo
    Beat a dude's ass for a motherfuckin' dunkaroo
    Fuck school, fuck the president and fuck the world too
    Fuck this, fuck them, fuck that, fuck you
    I'm a problem, been disturbing the peace
    Bourbon bottles and vodka, my honda swerved through the streets
    Middle fingers been wavin' since I was barely 13
    And you might die tonight if you decide you're riding with me
    Still the illest cracker rapping, yeah they all been hatin'
    Losin' space for tattoos on my face, my hair was always braided
    Momma crying happy tears, her baby boy has finally made it
    Never look mirrors, I get nervous seeing someone famous

    I had a pack of cigarettes and didn't give a fuck
    Bitch, I was bad to the bone
    Drove a beater that you couldn't roll the windows up
    But the rims were chrome
    Flat broke, just a bunch of assholes
    Tryna see life like the glass half full
    Drove a beater that you couldn't roll the windows up
    But the rims were chrome

    I was wild since a child, talk shit, I'ma lose control
    Young kid didn't have a car, fuck cruise control
    Always sittin' passenger, my buddy drove a saturn
    Roll up the weed, pass it
    Now we all laughin'
    Smoke the blunt till it's gone, laps all ashes
    Jump out for fun, run up, get your ass kicked
    Soundtrack of my life, old dirty bastard
    2pac, biggie, nas, shit's all classic
    Every Tuesday, new CD out the plastic
    Ditched school, smoked weed, drink till I'm blasted
    Master t was killin' it, lil wayne was lil' then
    East coast had it on lock like you can't get in
    I remember the first time I heard many men
    And I'd still be rapping if there never was an eminem
    Shit, who the fuck you talkin' to?
    Fitter hats and timb boots
    I'll kill any rapper and whoever fuckin' sent you

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    I had a pack of cigarettes and didn't give a fuck
    Bitch, I was bad to the bone
    Drove a beater that you couldn't roll the windows up
    But the rims were chrome
    Flat broke, just a bunch of assholes
    Tryna see life like the glass half full
    Drove a beater that you couldn't roll the windows up
    But the rims were chrome

    Everybody heard of nova
    Givin' dirty looks and throwin' shoulders outside bodegas like mr. Buy me coronas
    The type to slick a wallet and the flip ids
    I was two middle fingers stickin' out a slipknot tee
    And if you met me you either got robbed or bought weed
    The mall rat bum with cigarettes at entrance 3
    Skip so much that when I showed up they'd just call police
    'Cause I only went to school to settle beef
    I was a menace in a tattoo choke, a necklace, stuffin' lip gloss in my pocket
    Shotgun in a stolen lexus, reckless
    The plug for anything, I did it all
    If you can't find her, ask around and tell you who to call, meet me at the mall
    Trippin' on 'shrooms, trippin' off shoes, twistin' up doobs
    Fuck everyone, I'm never gonna listen to you
    15 year old me would put a fist through a dude
    From group homes to infamy, fuck you

    I had a pack of cigarettes and didn't give a fuck
    Bitch, I was bad to the bone
    Drove a beater that you couldn't roll the windows up
    But the rims were chrome
    Flat broke, just a bunch of assholes
    Tryna see life like the glass half full
    Drove a beater that you couldn't roll the windows up
    But the rims were chrome

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    Composición: Tom MacDonald, Nova Rockafeller y Adam Calhoun

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