Gold and Chrome

Lyrics for Gold and Chrome

(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