Chrome

[Verse 1]
Lying awake outside on the fire escape
Looking at the sky, trying to relate
Don't have a sunny message, no 20 questions or funny guesses
Life will beat you 'till its hands are bloody messes
Running for the exits
In your Sunday best and lovely dresses
You were right to question me, the slight discrepancy
In the average life expectancy and the life it gets to be
Shot the sheriff, fight the deputy
There was something in the night that beckons me
Tell my brain to shut up 'cause my balls ain't scared
And when I get to Valhalla, Biggie Smalls is there
This shit is priceless, by that I mean it's worth nothing
So quit flexing, son, before you hurt something
These kids ain't rapping with you, they rapping at you
Selling fast food and crappy tattoos, ooh

[Hook]
My favorite color is chrome
Now run and tell your mother that you ain't coming home
My favorite color is chrome
My favorite color is chrome
Now run and tell your mother that you ain't coming home
My favorite color is chrome

[Verse 2]
In fights, I always led with my face
I guess I like the way the medicine tastes
Therapy at bargain prices, booze, and garden spices
A dollar slice and all the modern vices
No more jokes or coke whore folklore
Nothing's gonna change but the monsters that you vote for
Fables and myths
Auras, halos and shit
Gypsies and thieves, whiskey and weed
Worshiping our idols and the tricks we believe
It's a comic routine to me
Like getting wishes from some ironic genie or cosmic deity
Masonic prophets talking on the TV to me
It could get a bit confusing with the disillusionment
Tried to fight the system, but don't think my fists are bruising it, uh

[Hook]
My favorite color is chrome
Now run and tell your mother that you ain't coming home
My favorite color is chrome
My favorite color is chrome
Now run and tell your mother that you ain't coming home
My favorite color is chrome