#Barz Outro chords by Bumps inf

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Verse 1
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 (E flat minor) Look, uh, this ain't no crazy pun
To say I've been switched,
kinda like AP, son
Bottom line, I ain't quite the same
But that was out of line
Like if I was blind, tryna write my name
My bars go over your head
Like I was trying to write a rhyme
But at the same time, fly a plane
Skydiving with the pilot
While I simultaneously
hold a sign
that's saying I'm insane
Jesus loves me though,
I'm kinda strange
I'm covered by the same thing
a crip call a rival gang
You probably don't get it
We gotta keep it moving
for the father and his business
And never sit calm
like the Cosbys or the Simpsons
Cause we in and out of here
just like a robbery's committed
Every time I grab the mic
I gotta yell to save ya
And black out like I was some
lines on the elevator
So don't step cause verbally
I'm allowed to kill you
You'd have to stage dive
if you wanted the crowd to feel ya
Don't be that guy, you'd think
I'd close the bathroom on an airplane
Cause I ain't letting crap fly,
don't believe me?
Watch!
Before I met Jesus,
I used to just run from him
like criminals seeing cops
Now I can't help but run to him,
cause God draws all men of himself
Like a half -priced bikini wash
Biz told me I lack a filter,
I've always said that honesty's
better than average filler
Whose half is realer, avid sinner,
spilling my guts on the track
To the point that you can see
what I have for dinner
I'd rather talk about
my tendency to fall
Like white chicks in horror flicks
who be running from psychopathic killers
Or any white girl casted member
I can remember
In an action thriller
who always falls
but she's badly injured
That was random, I apologize
But Bumps is back, baby,
like you breakin' out in halves
I shout to God, my cloudy mind is about a loss
I plug into this source
and get charged like an alkaline
So if his spirit is my energizer
And my little brother can endure a cell
Well, I'll be fine Crilly bumps,
URL type of smack bars?
The sad part is I reached
longer than Shaq's arm
You can act hard when you rap,
but the facts are
There's still a problem right in front
of your face like a flash card
It's called shannon,
creep faster than NASCARs
And do damage like Warren
Sapp at a snack bar
No guilt trippin',
real Christians be still slippin'
Depravity's real stickin'
like Amityville victims
Chill, listen,
I'm still spittin' an ill written
That'll take your breath away
like a fish with its gills missin'
For questioning if I'm still Christian
Kinda like saying Bill Clinton
ain't still pimpin'
If there's a problem,
I'll explain how to file complaints
My home address is right underneath
the shout -out and thanks
But by the time you figure
out the things
Already bought a digital copy
and you a physical album
Without wonder, speaking of thanks
I'm almost certain that this right
here beat was for Drake
Cause his name start with a D
and my name start with a B
So when you emailed it to him,
it went to me by mistake
Oops. I can still have it though, right?