Tyler, The Creator St. Chroma Lyrics

Chromakopia, chromakopia, chromakopia, chromakopia (Ooh)
Chromako
Calm down, sit still, that's one mill' for each wheel
Top down, big deal, how the fuck he do that?
What the fuck I look like? Get the fuck up out him way
I do this where I'm from, on the planet where him stay
Fifteen, cash for that new Ford, I had guap since nineteen
I popped out like a 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 in this bitch
El Segundo, felt like colosseum
He 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? (That fire)
Can you feel that fire? (Can you feel it?)
Fire (Fire), fire, fire (Oh)
Woo, yeah, it's Chromakopia, Chromakopia