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chrome - tom macdonald & adam calhoun lyrics

[verse 1: tom macdonald]
i been wild since my teen ages
high speed chases, smokin’ weed in parking lots of police stations
couple cds in my discman, it was pac or nirvana
skateboard deck was painted with a topless pic of madonna
f*ck a rule, i’m the same young buckaroo
beat a dude’s ass for a motherf*ckin’ dunkaroo
f*ck school, f*ck the president and f*ck the world too
f*ck this, f*ck them, f*ck that, f*ck you
i’m a problem, been disturbing the peace
bourbon bottles and vodka, my honda swerved through the streets
middle fingers been wavin’ since i was barely 13
and you might die tonight if you decide you’re riding with me
still the illest cracker rapping, yeah they all been hatin’
losin’ sp*cе for tattoos on my face, my hair was always braided
momma crying happy tears, hеr baby boy has finally made it
never look mirrors, i get nervous seeing someone famous

[chorus: tom macdonald & nova rockafeller]
i had a pack of cigarettes and didn’t give a f*ck
b*tch, i was bad to the bone
drove a beater that you couldn’t roll the windows up
but the rims were chrome
flat broke, just a bunch of assh0l*s
tryna see life like the glass half full
drove a beater that you couldn’t roll the windows up
but the rims were chrome
[verse 2: adam calhoun]
i was wild since a child, talk sh*t, imma lose control
young kid didn’t have a car, f*ck cruise control
always sittin’ passenger, my buddy drove a saturn
roll up the weed, pass it
now we all laughin’
smoke the blunt till it’s gone, laps all ashes
jump out for fun, run up, get your ass kicked
soundtrack of my life, old dirty b*st*rd
2pac, biggie, nas, sh*t’s all classic
every tuesday, new cd out the plastic
ditched school, smoked weed, drink till i’m blasted
master t was k!llin’ it, lil wayne was lil’ then
east coast had it on lock like you can’t get in
i remember the first time i heard many men
and i’d still be rapping if there never was an eminem
sh*t, who the f*ck you talkin’ to?
fitter hats and timb boots
i’ll k!ll any rapper and whoever f*ckin’ sent you

[chorus: tom macdonald & nova rockafeller]
i had a pack of cigarettes and didn’t give a f*ck
b*tch, i was bad to the bone
drove a beater that you couldn’t roll the windows up
but the rims were chrome
flat broke, just a bunch of assh0l*s
tryna see life like the glass half full
drove a beater that you couldn’t roll the windows up
but the rims were chrome
[verse 3: nova rockafeller]
everybody heard of nova
givin’ dirty looks and throwin’ shoulders outside bodegas like mr. buy me coronas
the type to sl!ck a wallet and the flip ids
i was two middle fingers stickin’ out a slipknot tee
and if you met me you either got robbed or bought weed
the mall rat bum with cigarettes at entrance 3
skip so much that when i showed up they’d just call police
cause i only went to school to settle beef
i was a menace in a tattoo choke, a necklace, stuffin’ lip gloss in my pocket
shotgun in a stolen lexus, reckless
the plug for anything, i did it all
if you can’t find her, ask around and tell you who to call, meet me at the mall
trippin’ on shrooms, trippin’ off shoes, twistin’ up doobs
f*ck everyone, i’m never gonna listen to you
15 year old me would put a fist through a dude
from group homes to infamy, f*ck you

- tom macdonald adam calhoun lyrics

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