Thoro Hall Lyrics - Chuck Strangers

[Intro] 

Yo 

Yo 

Yo It's Chuck Strangers 

[Verse 1: Chuck Strangers] 

And I got dreams of spendin' Euros off of music shit 

Know it sounds like loser shit, but all the deep talk, niggas is used to it 

I've been Los Angeles paying off the damages 

300 dollars say you ain't live yet 

Plus I'm taking side bets because the Uber driver ain't arrived yet 

Watch me take it back to prospect 

Chiefing by the lake house for [?] though super fresh 

Skinny niggas vexed and my box logo is a Double X 

I am the wagon that carries the band 

Threw my last 3 thou' with a name of Sandra Bland 

On my project cover I'm starin' like Sandra Bland 

Got my MP & my blunt in my hand 

Just tunin' in to the temple that God gave me that [?] lately 

Been goin' hard baby grindin' but it's all gravey 

Just tryin to chop the vinyl to a Mercedes 

And two ladies, one from Puerto Rico one from Haiti 

Both fine, both dimes, need Knight time 

It's Sunshine 

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[Hook 3x] 

(Scratches) 

All up to Brooklyn 

Shouts the whole scene 

Pro Era represent 

We stayin' fly 

It's Kirk 

[Verse 2: Kirk Knight] 

I'm so down to earth I feel like I'm in grave danger 

These boys in the bush don't wanna see the mad ranger 

In Europe startin' a new chapter just hit the pager 

Park Side boy on camera with the nice taper 

I'll make you sick dressed up in this fly shit 

5 thousand for the fit like [?] force I'm dumb with it 

Leavin' my [?] I'm dumb wicked in barneys I'm cotton pickin' 

In the field how I make my dirty denim 

Jedi mind with the force in him 

I feel the breeze when I fly hawk vison 

I see the hate from a mile away 

Mad you ain't made the cut quick askin' for the fade 

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[Hook 3x] 

(Scratches) 

All up to Brooklyn 

Shouts the whole scene 

Pro Era represent 

We stayin' fly 

[Verse 3: Chuck Strangers] 

And my crib is the trap house 

Niggas ain't sell drugs, but niggas had drugs out 

Wasn't no hits taken, but definitely gave hits out