Tom: C
Intro: C Em Fmaj7 Em Am Em Am
C
Kicked off my shoes, tripped acid in the rain
Em Fmaj7 Em Am
Wore my jacket as a cape, and my umbrella as a cane
Em Am (let ring till next C chord)
The richest man rocks the snatch-less necklace
Spineless bitches in backless dresses
C
Wore my feelings on my sleeveless
Em Fmaj7 Em Am
My weed seedless, my trees leafless
Em Am
I miss my diagonal grilled cheeses
And back when Mike Jackson was still Jesus
C
Before, I believed in not believing in
Em Fmaj7 Em Am
Yeah, I inhaled, who believed in me not breathing in
Em Am
Cigarette stained smile all covered in sin
My big homie died young; just turned older than him
C
I seen it happen, I seen it happen, I see it always
Em Fmaj7 Em Am
He still be screaming, I see his demons in empty hallways
Em Am
I trip to make the fall shorter
Fall quarter was just a tall order
C
And I'm hungry, I'm just not that thirsty
Em Fmaj7 Em Am
As of late, my verses seem not so verse-y
Em Am
And all my words just mean controversy
Took the team up off my back like "that's not your jersey?"
C
Stressin', pullin' my hair out, hoping I don't get picked
Em Fmaj7 Em Am
All this medicine in me hoping I don't get sick
Em Am
Making all this money hoping I don't get rich
Cause niggas still getting bodied for foams
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