Tuker Lucy - Passionfruit Checkpoint

Chance

I'm in my room
Watching Game Grumps
Sipping on juice from a mango
If I look outside my window
I just might see a rainbow
Bright as my future
Raw like sushi
Raw, kombucha
Superman, suit up
Watch my feet I do my dance
Swear this rapper will get his chance

Chance, chance
Give em a chance
Chance, chance
Give em a chance
I said I swear this
Rapper
Will get his
Chance
I said I swear this
Rapper
Will get his
Chance

Boy we see no evil
Gonna save my people
(Gonna save my people)
Boy we hear no evil
Gonna save my people
(Gonna save my people)
Boy we speak no evil
Gonna save my people
(Gonna save my people)
Gonna save my people
Gonna save my
Gonna save my

I'm seeing sunny days
That's a wrestling reference
I work and I work
And I work and I work
With no contestants
Tuker break down barriers
Maryland, I'm your carrier
Music
Soul
Jokes
Carrier
Keep your head, I'll carry ya

The music just stopped

Fukitup fukitup fukitup, yeah
Shimmy ya, shimmy ya, yeah
Making this clear
Feeling I'm man of the year
Till I've gone gray in the hair
100 yard stare
Focused I go for the goal
Kicking like Cristiano
Focused I go for the goal
Kicking like Cristiano

Moving forward though
Feel like Nauruto
In a one piece
In Tokyo
While I'm writing my death note
Found the killer case closed
This rapper a soul eater
I'm a high class warrior
You'd think my name was Vegeta

Give em a
Chance
Give em a
Chance
Give em a
Give em a
Chance
Give em a
Give em a
Chance to
1, 2, fukitup fukitup

Chance, chance
Give em a chance
Chance, chance
Give em a chance
I said I swear this
Rapper
Will get his
Chance
I said I swear this
Rapper
Will get his
Chance

Boy we see no evil
Gonna save my people
(Gonna save my people)
Boy we hear no evil
Gonna save my people
(Gonna save my people)
Boy we speak no evil
Gonna save my people
(Gonna save my people)
Gonna save my people
Gonna save my
Gonna save my

Fuck with devil, the reaper
I am my brother's keeper
We come for respect or we coming at necks
And we don't need a Nina
Bitch pay the meter
Thinking I'm made of coins
Feeling it deep in my loins
Think imma go to Des Moin
Find some white girls to meet up
The type that's a diva
Bitch think she Beyoncé
He's high class, she's high assed
Think she'll catch a fiancé
I fly past, straight ghost that
Baby like Chauncey
Three cap like chance, aye
I just need my chance, ok

Give em a
Chance
Give em a
Chance
Give em a
Give em a
Chance
Give em a
Give em a
Chance to
1, 2, fukitup fukitup

Chance, chance
Give em a chance
Chance, chance
Give em a chance
I said I swear this
Rapper
Will get his
Chance
I said I swear this
Rapper
Will get his
Chance

Boy we see no evil
Gonna save my people
(Gonna save my people)
Boy we hear no evil
Gonna save my people
(Gonna save my people)
Boy we speak no evil
Gonna save my people
(Gonna save my people)
Gonna save my people
Gonna save my
Gonna save my

Woo
Give me my
Give me my
Give my chance, woo

Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Gilmore
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