Letra I dream of chrome $uicideboy$

I dream of chrome

Good to beam up, Scotty
Bubble bath and get my .44 up off the dresser, now I'm—
Bubble bath and get my .44 up off the dresser, now I'm— (It's a smash)
Bubble bath and get my .4—, bubble bath and get my .4—
Bubble bath and get my .44 up off the dresser, now I'm—
Bubble bath and get my .4—, bubble bath and get my .4—
Bubble bath and get my .44 up off the dresser, now I'm—
Bubble bath and get my .4—, bubble bath and get my .4—
What? What? What? What? (Bubble bath and get my .44 up off the dresser, now I'm—)
What? What? What? What? (Bubble bath and get my .4—, bubble bath and get my .4—)

I put hemis in my auto to speed up to my bardo
Oh, da Vinci code my bloodline, paint ya face like Leonardo
I'ma Grey stepper, off that eighth letter, check my cardiac
More turnt than the Maury show when he say, "You are not the dad"
(G)
Gray the gang stain' a lame with the A
(R)
Relapsed off them bars before I nod I pop that
(E)
Enigma, my stigmata, baby momma hollering
(Y)
Yung Christ, baby, I was sent here just to die

Bubble bath and get my .44 up off the dresser, now I'm—
Bubble bath and get my .4—, bubble bath and get my .4—
Bubble bath and get my .44 up off the dresser, now I'm—
Bubble bath and get my .4—, bubble bath and get my .4—

Ah, ah, ah-ah, ah
Praise to the Grey (Grey)
Seize the day, no pain today (Yeah)
Rollin' dem blunts, it's a rollover crash
Can't see a thing, shit ain't the same
Where the fire? I could of caught a body
Slimy, hightly, likely, crash the Masi'
Oxys in my yerba mate diet
Slidin', flexin', hopin' they don't find me
Put up, bitch, better shut up
Raptor truck pulled, hopped out with the cutter
Barber with me, he ain't on the clock
Fades all day, I'ma clean up the block
Stickin' and movin', I do that a lot
Rocks in my clock, could've bought me a yacht
Neck look like the ocean, I need a lifeguard on God

Bubble bath and get my .44 up off the dresser, now I'm—
Bubble bath and get my .4—, bubble bath and get my .4—
Bubble bath and get my .44 up off the dresser, now I'm—
Bubble bath and get my .4—, bubble bath and get my .4—
Yeah

Stand the fucking ground, lil' shawty tryna fuck me up
Spinnin' 'round and 'round, my head feels like tires on a bus
No fuckboys allowed, Grey*59 is an exclusive club
It looks like I drowned, all these diamonds got quality cut
Ruby such a mystery, dodging all these inquiries (Ayy)
Blame my dope addiction, all on made up abstract injuries (Ayy)
On the road to misery, my feet are fucking blistery (Ayy)
I'm not even dead yet, but all of y'all still missin' me (Ayy)

Bubble bath and get my .44 up off the dresser, now I'm—
Bubble bath and get my .44 up off the dresser, now I'm—
Bubble bath and get my .4—, bubble bath and get my .4—