Booga Sugar chords by Beans

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Verse 1
Em 
It started off lightly,
G 
slightly getting fucked up with the fellas.
G 
And the cypher sparking charged the
blah of the ooh -ah, yeah,
G 
because it used to excite me.
F 
See, I was the type of brother
to light up all night, G.
G 
Twisting cigar papes into circular,
irregular shapes for intakes,
outtakes I couldn't pass
the knock.
Always coppin' gems around the block.
C 
I had this thing for Mary Jane,
singing melodies of chronic,
G 
enjoying toxic tonics,
C 
ma niacal madman facettes,
G 
always meant the price tag
fuck the need for rehab,
so what's left when I'm rapping
Em 
and running out of breath?
G 
Lighting up three dimes a day,
rolling my life away as life goes on,
I woke up, smoke up, choke up, my reply,
Am 
G 
I   lived for the gear,
owner of my corner, crabbing it,
dealing supports my habit,
walking around days blazed from a Buddha sack,
writing up mad raps
to stack on tread tracks.
Even worse, I peeped in my mom's purse
to write another verse.
The start of addicts' tactics.
Stealing from my loved one
shows what I'm made of.
Shit.
So bust another hit
because the more I inhale, the more the lead brain cells,
C 
but never sweating what I
G 
forgot  due to forgetting.
So now I'm bored of the blunt,
C 
the everyday weed same.
G 
Now it's time for my name
on some new high to claim.
C 
B 
Needle and thread replace the straw of my head nose eyes closed sniffing powder line
G 
signs of the booger sugar a  gram's the ultimate flim flam for glamour
the head rush balloon bust
life under my nose
G 
fumes from the gas are delicious
huddled around the happy halo condensed yellow yell aroma
sweet good to eat treat defeats high stakes on top of the world
swirls beneath my feet
so who's the man sniffing gram
after gram
no car, no sex, no wife,
you coulda took her, a substitute hooker,
now that I got booger sugar.
Imported poppy seed plant life is pearly white booger sugar,
ghetto mix with baking soda
now my pussy body odor,
a hole is my home
because I fumbled my jump shot,
I sleep in an alleyways,
the shelters and bus stops,
loving lips around glass sticks
but who's the real prick, me?
Your local dealer
or your big wheeler concealer,
confined to select space
G 
but crack has no face.
Am 
E 
G 
The only anthem I salute now is bass
G 
Stick em up, pick em up,
swell em up, chump change
G 
Raw deal for real, I can fly
I'm soaring high, too slow,
living low
But crack said to me
D 
that I was finally free
F 
So fuck your MC being DJ Jigga Jigga
As my dreams go up in smoke
Cause my reality is booger sugar