Tom: Bm
B F# G# E G D
E|--7-----2-----4-----0-----3-----10-----------|
B|--7-----2-----4-----0-----3-----10-----------|
G|--8-----3-----5-----1-----4-----11-----------|
D|--9-----4-----6-----2-----5-----12-----------|
A|--9-----4-----6-----2-----5-----12-----------|
E|--7-----2-----4-----0-----3-----10-----------|
(sounds to me that most of the time on the chords he mutes the high e string and just
the d, g, b strings)
B
Running from a gun
F#
Or some brain that ways a ton
G# E
And my God, it hurts to get so low
B
Searchin' through the cars
F#
Cold, still searchin' through the night
G# (slide down) B
I think I will run, to you, but I refuse to fuss and fight
B
And God may find a reason
F#
Well I'm sure you'll find a rhyme
G# E (plays this on 12th fret)
Because it takes up nearly all my time
F# G
He who stands for freedom
F# G
God knows I've got the number
B D B
But maybe I just use too much
(rest of the song plays the same way)
h = hammer-on p = pull-off ~ = vibrato
ph = pinch harmonic b = bend r = release / = slide down
solo:
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|---------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|--6h8p6h8p6h8-4h6-/8--8-6~--4--6b8ph--4b6ph--------------------------|
D|-------------------------------------------6-------------------------|
A|------------------------------------------------2-4-2-4-2-4-2~-------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|-------------------------------------|
B|-------------------------------------|
G|-----------6b8r6-4~----7-------------|
D|--------4h6---------/8---6h8-6~-4h6--|
A|-----4h6-----------------------------|
E|--2h4--------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|--15p14p12p0-15p14p12p0-15p14p12-15p14p12-15p14p12--14b15-12-12~----|
G|--------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|--------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------------------------------------------|
Lyrics:
I heard that payback's a mother fuckin' bitch
But I won't stress and I won't switch
And I would not take my life
Glory please, my God, the only thing on my mind
Takes up all of my time,
And I said, ooh!
Running from a gun
Or some brain that ways a ton
And my God, it hurts to get so low
Searchin' through the cars
Cold, still searchin' through the night
I think I will run, to you, but I refuse to fuss and fight
And God may find a reason
Well I'm sure you'll find a rhyme
Because it takes up nearly all my time
He who stands for freedom
God knows I've got the number
But maybe I just use too much
I was sitting in that bar
I'm sittin' in that stolen car
Cold, still rollin' down the boulevard
Saw you with a gleam
And the microphone scene
'Think I will run, to you
But I know I won't live for me
Cause I know God's got both, the reason and the rhyme
Please tell me, why he takes up all my time
I've been drinking, just like you
And baby, you've got something I can use
Payback's a mother fuckin' blast
But I won't stress and I won't blast
And I would not take my life
Glory please, my God, comin' from heaven above
Takes up all of my time
And I said
"Why must I feel like that"
Running from a gun
And some brain that ways a ton
You know, I did that line for Flava' Flave
But, all the D.J.'s do it
All the D.J.'s use it
I would run, I would switch
But I wanna be the same
And I know I'll find a reason
'Cause I always bust a rhyme
Because it takes up nearly all my time
The "T" hear stands for treason
The "D" hear stands for dove
