Fool on the Hill chords by Phonte, Trackademicks
Intro 1
Em
C
Em
C
Em
C
Verse 1
Em
People al
ways seem to question me
Asking me irrationally,
did I choose my destiny?
Will money be my effigy?
End all, be all, nah, that's a seesaw
Even when you ballin'
C
F
you could always hit the bottom
Em
Every single morning's
like a practice on how to get up
So I don't get my ass kicked,
I'm doin' mostly sit -ups
Supporters bout to tag this
like writers doin' hitters
C
With that it factor,
now they all tryin' to get us
Em
Or get with us like a bat
chick with a body
Always actin' kinda naughty
like she handing out punani
And she ain't gaggin' like a lolly
I must be poppin' if that's a
badge you want me
Cause just a minute ago,
I had original flows
and exceptional slap
With professional tact
to keep the fresh on the map
But they weren't messin' with that,
but now they are
C
Consistency's a lesson in that
F
They always ask you, do how you feel
C
F
You look like you just
found a tube out of beer
Is that right?
Well who got the squeal?
It couldn't be me,
C
I'm just a fool on the hill
Em
C
F
And the world keeps spin
nin' round
Nothin' y 'all said could
ever get me down
C
F
And the world keeps spinnin' round
C
For those who didn't feel me,
bet you feel me now
Em
Yeah, I like caution,
pause as your boy paint a portrait
Of the artist as a young man starving
Young man learning
with so many turns and twists
C
In his flow that you might get car sick
Em
Might be awarded for beefing,
but you don't want beef
Whole nigga eat a parsnip,
might see niggas act bitch
But then they wanna switch and hitch
C
Cm
C
They little red wagons of your starship
Em
Please, Mr. Coleman, find Tigger,
beg your pardon
Don't mean to gloat,
but I would love to float up on your love boat
To get away from my hardship
Now I see why niggas be
C
on that rock starship
Em
Be cause the game
will make you paranoid
And all your friends and your foes
say it come with the territory
They wanna watch you die
so like Miss F's boys
So when I do my own thing
I know I'm better for it
F
They always askin' dude how you feel
You look like you just found
a two dollar bill
It's that vibe, it's that vibe,
but who got the scrill?
It couldn't be me
C
I'm just a fool on the hill, on the hill
F
And the world keeps spinnin' round
Nothin' y 'all say could
C
ever get me down
F
It's Vontega
and the world keeps spinnin' round
C
Em
For those who didn't feel me,
C
but you feel me now
Em
I told her I'ma need some space now
She told me look up at the night sky,
you won't find it face down
I can see she on the chase now
Don't she know no one's
gonna take her place now?
C
She told me don't forget
Em
the little people grindin'
Open your eyelids, where I live
My time spent with giants
Mine stay supersized,
mine is the small fries
C
Why I underestimate
the impact you had on mine
Em
I'm rollin' with bosses
who know what the cost is
Know what the worth is,
know how to bargain,
know how to work this
Know when to pause it,
C
the politics and nonsense,
the cursedness
Em
So when you catch me in traffic,
I'm passin' the gridlock and shit
Talkin' road rage for open lanes,
and don't try to slow me down
Cause when they hold me down,
F
C
F
that's when I float away
You
C
Fool on the Hill
Phonte, Trackademicks
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