Key: E major
Verse 1
G
Bm
G
Look, I may not be
a Harvard student,
but I'm far from stupid
If I'm foolish,
I'm part Confucius
and proven as losing the spark and
though part true
Whose fault is it if I stoop to
make party music?
Aren't you?
A
Bm
D
The person to blame, never cursing
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Bm
G
Your verses, you think you perfect
A
G
D
You think them big words
You think you in church
when people who've heard
don't even pray
See these mirror debates
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Bm
make everything clearer
A
G
A
Wait, back to that first statement
Bm
A
You can paint a picture, we in the game
and they love to curve plates
So you never eat
unless you can swing a reverse plate
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Bm
A
But even if you bet 300,
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A
runner of diamonds
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D
Bm
G
Or do pop rocks, lean soda,
Bm
D
A
your thirst waits
learn to make a hit
They walk you like a dog
and send you to first base
I can't, can't, can't,
can't, can't breathe
A
Bm
Drowning
I can't, can't, can't,
can't, can't breathe
In holy water, no wonder
they try to hold me under longer
It's unimpressive when you
run your mouth
But none of you sell records
Your fans are fair -weather
Now cut it out
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A
G
D
I've smoked all you 1 ,700
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G
D
MC s against me,
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A
referee by funk volume
so it all due respect
95 % I won't even talk to,
though
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A
At my table, everybody too short,
Bm
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A
y 'all ain't touchin' the flow
Bm
So wait, I'm doin' what I hear y 'all do,
that's a no -go
It hit you quicker and like liquor,
I'm goin' in solo
wait for a preacher
to plead in the ozone layer
till they sayin' it's no more
but I lost control around the time
I visualized the loss of souls
dyin' by the po -po
but you so broke,
feelin' lost at home
crossin' domes with a faux -faux
wrong with a hobo
Coughin' song cause he
off the zone for the low -low
And in the midst of this,
I'm supposed to care about this
Ain't Kendrick Lamar's control, no
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D
G
I can't, can't, can't, can't,
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A
can't, can't, breathe
can't, breathe
And holy water, no wonder
they try to hold me under long arm
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A
D
Be fore I peddle to who's
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A
Allow a few seconds addressing
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Bm
Don't question why I'm correcting
the message that he produced
If you do, I'm betting even more
irrelevant is you
He started the conversation,
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Bm
I spit to harness the greatness
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Bm
And carve a place for your caucus
G
A
to get your arguments straight
I'm coughing all in your face
Cause I'm sick of you talking,
it's just me hawking spit
on your grave
to him calling y 'all a disgrace
You run the city, but really,
Bm
G
I see many jogging in place
they put ethanol in my drink
I could never fall,
I'm belonging with Megatron up in space
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Bm
A Decepticon with a blade
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I've waited long for this day,
I pray while tossing grenades
Launching missiles, AKs, pistols,
finished off with a flame
oh no, no hope for escape
I was close to keeping it ghost
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D
with a holy sheep for display
be the king of New York
But I'm never bowing,
I'm proud to be
Don the Prince of Detroit
Jor -Teez told him he was
the next thing on his fork
But in the 3 -1 -3,
you ain't even reaching our porch
Drowning
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