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Eden chords by Tommy Genesis

  • Am

  • G

  • Gm

    3
  • Ab

    4
  • Eb

    6
  • Cm

    3
Intro 1
Am
Verse 1
Am
She call me jade tree
G
'Cause I'm jaded while I'm blowing
and a homie can see
I'm in a dark room,
I still be sunning out the air strip
Gm
G
Planes landing on planes landing on an air blimp,
shit falling in vain
Am
G
I fuck up your shit,
the come up like paradise lost
Am
G
You seen them palm trees
Am
glitter in that paradise frost
I fuck up your shit,
like the old testament
G
Testament to your faith that you
keep me in bed
Am
Sloppy voodoo with my eyes,
G
Am
G
they be nothing too special
Am
G
Am
But my brain fuse a pu pil
to the thought of the devil
G
SOS if you think SOS translate
to you scared
But SOS stand for SUS on SUS,
suspended in air
Ab
Am
I'ma cut you in your flight,
you a razor through clouds
G
Am
A white light angel in a
G
heavy weight realm
Am
G
I fuck up your shit like
Drake on xanny
Gm
G
You was sad but now you write
about your thoughts on xanny
I'ma steep you in the water,
watch a grown man squirm
Am
It ain't my fault you crossed
G
over to the spirited world
Am
G
We walky- talky through the valley
of the shadow of death
You gon' shadow me every move I make,
Am
you make it next

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Interlude 1
Am
Verse 2
Am
Don't let the way I be looking
confuse up your acts
Judges, I'm the Genesis,
Exodus come next
Ezra Nehemiah, homie Isaiah,
Habakkuk, habitat
Eb
Am
Eb
Cooking rock soup, don't
Am
let the rookie be shook
G
Eb
Ab
Lurk the dirt on the apostles and
the good samaritans
Cm
Ab
Coming down from the pulpit
Cm
Eb
with gems in the Benz
Cm
Daddies call me young grim 'cause
Gm
G
my body a ghost
I'm looking like a female
covered in Jacob's coats
Gm
Eb
Nike socks split open on Moses' rocks
G
They call me a Malachi,
Dubai, messenger of the scribe
G
They call me Young Thug's crown,
pass heritage down
Gm
Bobby, Whitney, Matthew,
Luke and Mark
I'ma tell you while you at it, get
a lukewarm dart
We gon' shoot a weak bitch
with the weakest shot
She gon' fall from the heavens
into witches' pot
Eb
And then we gon' say
Amen
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