All You Know chords by Sleaze

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C
F#m
D
Em
Dm
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Verse 1
Am 
C 
Am 
All you know I'm
trying to do
is get across my point of view
C 
Zerning fifty times the loo,
Am 
travelling in my finest suit
F#m 
Am 
Spit  ting on the nicest tunes,
sipping on the finest brew
Piffing on the ripest bloom,
dickies in the tightest plume
Get ready with my boys,
after sniffing up a line or two
C 
Maybe that's not what you want
but yo baby I'm not you
F#m 
D 
Pen and pad you're my
Am 
best friends,
I never lie to you
The ink starts flowing,
I find it hard to hide the truth
The place keeps burning,
the days need earning
C 
The blaze keeps burning,
Am 
my wage needs earning
D 
Cause the pain we burning,
Am 
D 
the ways we learning
Em 
Am 
Pays we serving, all the phrase we versing
I mastered my schemes,
answered my dreams
C 
And when I'm accessed after shows,
got the cash in my jeans
F#m 
Still wrapping the leaves,
Am 
still chatting up teens
And still trying to work out
what this life actually means
Dm 
Am 
They said I did too much
politicking
in my rhyming
Now they say I don't go deep enough,
you hear you whining
D 
Am 
I  swear this is the last time,
it don't mean my time's up
If this shit don't work then...
They said I did too much
politicking
in my rhyming
Now they say I don't go deep enough,
hit you whining
I swear this is the last time,
it don't mean my time's up
If this shit don't work then...
Bless the goddess womb,
bless the chronic fume
C 
Fifty -six heavy dolls
Am 
rested on his tomb
F#m 
Am 
Mum's tears fell so long,
eternal son while dry the earth
Nine years my father gone,
why the hurts feel like the first
Put my best foot forward so long,
my leg is aching
C 
10 % of people speak the truth,
the rest are faking
F#m 
D 
Living be the bread I'm breaking God so big,
Am 
so quick,
they think it's deads I'm taking
They don't realise I put the most work in
To anything I do,
only do that dirty work to
benefit my crew
F#m 
D 
Need the hustle just to give my
Am 
children something to eat
And I've poured my heart and soul
out on hundreds of beats
I've been doing this in analogue,
pen songs for the street
C 
That's my old style you've looked off,
Am 
check my back catalogue
D 
Stomach hurting,
quit the working,
done rehearsing
Am 
Fucking virgin, drums aversing,
undeserving
Stomach earning,
thumbs for wording
They said I do too much politicking
in my rhyming
Now they say I don't go
deep enough,
keep you whining
D 
Am 
I  swear this is the last time,
they told me my time's up
If this shit don't work then
They said I do too much politicking
in my rhyming
Now they say I don't go
deep enough,
keep you whining
D 
Am 
I  swear this is the last time,
they told me my time's up
If this shit don't work then
I'm hanging my mic up
Yo
C 
Am 
F#dim 
Am 
No division
C 
F#dim 
Am 
I'll