Tyler, The Creator - ST. CHROMA

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 to him, more than 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