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St. Chroma Lyrics

by Tyler, The Creator

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St. Chroma” is a song by Tyler, The Creator. This page features time-synced lyrics that highlight each line as the song plays — press play to sing along in real time. The lyrics contain 23 lines.

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Chromakopia, chromakopia, chromakopia, chromakopia (Ooh)

Chromako–

Calm down, sit still, that's one mill' for each will

Top ten, big deal, how the fuck he do that?

What the fuck I look like? Get the fuck up outta the way

I'm doin' this where I'm from, on the planet where them stay

Fifteen, cash for that new Ford, I had guap since nineteen

I popped out like cha-ching, I think I'm a goddamn fiend

Really ballin' in this bitch, I'm the hottest in this bitch

Give a fuck about no bark, I'm chasing dogs up out of this bitch

El Segundo, felt like colosseum

He said I could do it too and more did I believe him

I knew the path to freedom 'cause them words that he said

"Give a fuck about traditions, stop impressin' the dead," ah

I'm gon' make it out, promise, I'm gon' make it out

Mama, I'm gon' make it out, pussy, I'm gon' make it out

I ain't never had a doubt inside me

And if I ever told you that I did, I'm fuckin' lyin'

Can you feel the light?

Can you feel the light inside?

Can you feel that fire? (Can you feel it?)

Fire (Fire), fire, fire (Oh)

Woo, yeah, Chromakopia, Chromakopia

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Chromakopia, chromakopia, chromakopia, chromakopia (Ooh) Chromako– Calm down, sit still, that's one mill' for each will Top ten, big deal, how the fuck he do that? What the fuck I look like? Get the fuck up outta the way I'm doin' this where I'm from, on the planet where them stay Fifteen, cash for that new Ford, I had guap since nineteen I popped out like cha-ching, I think I'm a goddamn fiend Really ballin' in this bitch, I'm the hottest in this bitch Give a fuck about no bark, I'm chasing dogs up out of this bitch El Segundo, felt like colosseum He said I could do it too and more did I believe him I knew the path to freedom 'cause them words that he said "Give a fuck about traditions, stop impressin' the dead," ah I'm gon' make it out, promise, I'm gon' make it out Mama, I'm gon' make it out, pussy, I'm gon' make it out I ain't never had a doubt inside me And if I ever told you that I did, I'm fuckin' lyin' Can you feel the light? Can you feel the light inside? Can you feel that fire? (Can you feel it?) Fire (Fire), fire, fire (Oh) Woo, yeah, Chromakopia, Chromakopia
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