Gold and Chrome
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(I know, I know)
Yea, Yea
La-da-da, La-da-da
(I know, I know)
La musica de Harry Fraud
When my son is full grown
May he roll on gold and chrome
In a Chevy, sittin' low
Just like his pops did before the world closed
'57 in the paint shop, gettin' straightened out
I'm slidin' in a Caprice right now
'84 with the rag top
Sittin' on the porch at Gram's house
Watching parades roll by
Whole time nobody knowin' that in about a month
This whole way of life'll be over, time frozen
No more high-fivin' your homies, with your palms open
You got to watch who you go home with, watch who you smoke with
When my son is full grown
May he roll on gold and chrome
In a Chevy, of his own, just like his pops did before the world closed
When my son is full grown
May he roll on gold and chrome
In a Chevy, of his own, just like his pops did before the world closed
Gotta watch who you smoke with, who you go home with
Being smart, synonymous with germophobics
When it's as hot as it just got
I lost a partner to the virus
And a month ago, I seen him cruisin' the block
Like the murders wasn't enough
Some other shit fucking with us
These crooked cops will put your dead body in cuffs
That's why i play the cut, tucked in the crib watching' UFC fights
Without the crowd noise, the shit don't feel right
When my son is full grown
May he roll on gold and chrome
In a chevy, sittin' low
Like his pops did before the world closed
When my son is full grown
May he roll on gold and chrome
In a Chevy, of his own
Like his pops did, before the world closed
NBA games being played in the biosphere
How the fuck did we get here?
Everything weird
I'm sure change gon' take some years
But I hope it all clears before my son hits the streets
Tryna shift gears, rollin' with his peers
Smokin', you know how it is
I'm just keepin' it real
Yea, 'cause if he anything like pops he gon' take it to the top
(and I'm gon' watch)
When my son is full grown
May he roll on gold and chrome
In a Chevy, sittin' low
Like his pops did before the world closed
When my son is full grown
May he roll on gold and chrome
In a chevy, of his own
Like his pops did
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches baby
We smokin' weed in it, don't post me in your pictures