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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 58 lines.

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You are the light

It's not on you, it's in you

Don't you ever in your motherfucking life

Dim your light for nobody

Chromakopia

Chromakopia

Chromakopia

Chromakopia

Chromakopia

Chromakopia

Chromakopia

Chromakopia

Chromako-

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

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

What the fuck I look like? Get the fuck up out him way

Hawthorne is where him from, another planet where him stay

15 cash for that new fort, I had guap since 19

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

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

Give a fuck about no bark, I'm chasin' dogs up in this bitch

El Segundo felt like colosseum

P said I could do it too, and boy did I believe him

I built a 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? Can you feel it? Oh)

Oh, fire (can you feel it? Can you feel it? Ooh, oh) fire

Can you feel the light (inside) inside?

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

Oh, fire (fire), fire (ooh)

Chromakopia (yeah, yeah)

Chromakopia (whoo)

Chromakopia (yeah, yeah)

Chromakopia

Okay, I am just a box with the lighter of thunder in me

Gratitude sit under the hubris that's on my sleeve

Mama said I'm mm-mm, special, I was mm-mm

Blow shit up at home back in Chromakopia, mm-mm

I don't (I don't), like the (like the), way that this is lookin' (no)

Mirror got me (got me), thinkin' about my bookend (I'm done)

I just need this time to myself to figure me out-out

Do I keep the light on or do I gracefully bow out?

You see me, bro

(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

Don't you ever stop bein' who you are (oh, oh, oh, oh)

And dimmin' your light for none of these motherfuckers out here

Can you feel the light inside?

Can you feel that fire? (Oh, oh, oh, oh)

Fire (oh, oh, oh, oh)

Fire

Can you feel the light inside?

Can you feel that fire? (Oh, oh, oh, oh)

♪ ♪ ♪

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Full Lyrics
You are the light It's not on you, it's in you Don't you ever in your motherfucking life Dim your light for nobody Chromakopia Chromakopia Chromakopia Chromakopia Chromakopia Chromakopia Chromakopia Chromakopia Chromako- Calm down, sit still, that's one mill' for each wheel Top ten, big deal, how the fuck he do that? What the fuck I look like? Get the fuck up out him way Hawthorne is where him from, another planet where him stay 15 cash for that new fort, I had guap since 19 I popped out like chi-ching, I think I'm a goddamn fiend Really ballin' in this bitch, I'm the hardest in this bitch Give a fuck about no bark, I'm chasin' dogs up in this bitch El Segundo felt like colosseum P said I could do it too, and boy did I believe him I built a 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? Can you feel it? Oh) Oh, fire (can you feel it? Can you feel it? Ooh, oh) fire Can you feel the light (inside) inside? Can you feel that fire? (Can you feel it?) Oh, fire (fire), fire (ooh) Chromakopia (yeah, yeah) Chromakopia (whoo) Chromakopia (yeah, yeah) Chromakopia Okay, I am just a box with the lighter of thunder in me Gratitude sit under the hubris that's on my sleeve Mama said I'm mm-mm, special, I was mm-mm Blow shit up at home back in Chromakopia, mm-mm I don't (I don't), like the (like the), way that this is lookin' (no) Mirror got me (got me), thinkin' about my bookend (I'm done) I just need this time to myself to figure me out-out Do I keep the light on or do I gracefully bow out? You see me, bro (Oh, oh, oh, oh) (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Don't you ever stop bein' who you are (oh, oh, oh, oh) And dimmin' your light for none of these motherfuckers out here Can you feel the light inside? Can you feel that fire? (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Fire (oh, oh, oh, oh) Fire Can you feel the light inside? Can you feel that fire? (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
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