Facade chords by Slowpoke
Verse 1
E
Am
Demon faces on the fridge
Like the devils had to get this wild
F
And they said, we're wild,
Am
C
Em
Am
they ain't dead
G#m
The only thing that's guaranteed
since birth is death
Am
E
Undeceived, they all leaving,
F
E
G#m
D#m
G#m
I'm the person left
Am
G#m
Am
We know what we're talking about
G#m
Am
G#m
Am
G#m
Am
F
E
Am
G#m
Am
Demon faces on fridge
G#m
Am
Like the devils have to get they smile,
E
F
Am
then
G#m
Am
Demon faces on the fridge
G#m
Am
Like the devils had to get this wild
F
And they stand,
Am
G#m
but why are they there?
The only thing that's
guaranteed since birth
Am
Death on the scene,
E
F
they all leaving on the person left
E
G#m
Ebm
G#m
Am
G#m
Am
So many fakes nowadays,
got my gun cocked
E
So many faces come and go,
F
E
and so much love lost
Am
And I don't care about the tough talks
All it takes is one shot to
let you fuckin' play
So many fakes nowadays,
I got my gun cocked
F
E
So many faces come and go,
Am
and so much love
Am
So many fakes nowadays
I got my gun cocked
E
So many faces come and go
F
E
and so much love lost
Am
E
And I don't care about the tough talks
All it takes is one shot
Am
to let your fucking blood drop
I owe no one, let me spell it out
F
Am
Who's chasing swell,
F
no one else but myself
E
Am
Who wrote these bars,
no one else but myself
E
Am
Who's working hard,
no one else but myself
I'm going all in
and ain't nobody bothering me
I'm laughing at these demons
E
cause they calling me
Am
I'm begging them to stop laughing
at these demons
E
cause they calling me
Am
I'm begging them to stop laughing
at these demons
E
cause they calling me
I'm begging them to fold,
Am
E
Am
I dare these fucks to stop me
Em
E
Am
And I'm a monster,
like 10 foot, and I'm a clobber
I'm coming home from the
land of the scavengers
E
The county of Los Angeles,
F
the home of the scavengers
E
Buckshot attitude,
passing on the fraudulent
Am
Controller, bro, attacking,
there's no mercy on the counter
These are faces of my friends
Like the devil's advocate,
F
smile, then they stare
All a while, they ain't there
Em
Your facade was a mirage,
homeboy, you's bitch
Am
F
Saw through your camouflage,
Am
now I know you shit
The only thing that's
guaranteed is birth is death
F
I'm the seed, they all leaving,
I'm the person left
Em
Versailles, Versailles was a
mirage on voyages, bitch
Am
Saw through your camouflage,
F
Am
now I know she ain't shit
You could hate my honesty,
but appreciate my poetry
Am
You could hate my honesty,
but appreciate my
Am
You could hate my honesty,
Am
but appreciate my poetry
Am
F
You could hate my modesty,
you'll never get most of me
E
Searchin' for the God in me,
E
but it seems that Satan sofas me
Searchin' through the anatomy,
what do I have to show for me?
Am
I'm off with all you amnesty,
instead you broke my family tree
F
F
I'm rotten and grow roadie, lost insanity
E
So I'm cocked and unloaded,
and if you ain't understandin' me
Am
Get lost with the ghosties, bet you know it
If I got it, then I blow it,
you just walkin' through the motions
F
I'm all in, you coastin',
eyeballin' and boastin'
Am
Apologize if you got caught
up in the moment
And if you had a problem,
should've brought it in the open
But you beat around the bush
and fuck this sugar cold shit
F
Talk behind my back,
man he on some ho shit
Am
But in my head,
Em
it's that buckshot pro shit
Am
Now I'm hearing no shit,
stay off slowpoke
The faces of my friends
F
Like the devil's advocate, smile and they
Am
All a while, then, then
Your facade was a mirage
on boys and bitches
Saw through your camouflage,
F
Am
now I know you ain't shit
Only thing, only thing that's
guaranteed is birth
F
Death is death, I'm the seed
They all, they all leave
and I'm the person left
Em
Am
Your facade was a mirage
on boys and bitches
F
Am
F
Saw through your camouflage,
Am
now I know you ain't shit
One time for all the real G's,
C#
F
man, out there on the block, man
Even if you ain't on the block,
C#
C#aug
man, you just a real G,
man, you know what I'm sayin'?
Em
Stay that way, you know I'm talkin'
bout a salute to the real G's
Am
You feel that beat? Huh? Yeah
G#m
This what we do in the dirty south,
E
man, you what I'm sayin'?
E
So from my town to your town,
this ass goin' down,
man, you what I'm sayin'?
Roll up some, man, pull up some Slowpoke
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