[Verse 1]

Lying awake outside on the fire escape

Looking at the sky, trying to relate

Don't have a sunny message, no 20 questions or funny guesses

Life will beat you 'till its hands are bloody messes

Running for the exits

In your Sunday best and lovely dresses

You were right to question me, the slight discrepancy

In the average life expectancy and the life it gets to be

Shot the sheriff, fight the deputy

There was something in the night that beckons me

Tell my brain to shut up 'cause my balls ain't scared

And when I get to Valhalla, Biggie Smalls is there

This shit is priceless, by that I mean it's worth nothing

So quit flexing, son, before you hurt something

These kids ain't rapping with you, they rapping at you

Selling fast food and crappy tattoos, ooh

[Hook]

My favorite color is chrome

Now run and tell your mother that you ain't coming home

My favorite color is chrome

My favorite color is chrome

Now run and tell your mother that you ain't coming home

My favorite color is chrome

[Verse 2]

In fights, I always led with my face

I guess I like the way the medicine tastes

Therapy at bargain prices, booze, and garden spices

A dollar slice and all the modern vices

No more jokes or coke whore folklore

Nothing's gonna change but the monsters that you vote for

Fables and myths

Auras, halos and shit

Gypsies and thieves, whiskey and weed

Worshiping our idols and the tricks we believe

It's a comic routine to me

Like getting wishes from some ironic genie or cosmic deity

Masonic prophets talking on the TV to me

It could get a bit confusing with the disillusionment

Tried to fight the system, but don't think my fists are bruising it, uh

[Hook]

My favorite color is chrome

Now run and tell your mother that you ain't coming home

My favorite color is chrome

My favorite color is chrome

Now run and tell your mother that you ain't coming home

My favorite color is chrome