Key: D# minor•
Verse 1
Ebm
Cb
Ebm
The
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Cb
wash up
Ebm
Gb
Ebm
Yeah, clutter, clutter, clutter,
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Cb
It is a new season and it's pissing out
pissed this prison down
Gb
Ebm
We complain to us,
we did lunch
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Cb
Taken in the funk of commercial street
You can smell the gateway
to person -free
Selection?
Nah, that don't work for me
Ebm
Labels barely work for me, no parts for me
Gb
Cb
See me selling beats
Cb
Ebm
I'll manage my self,
Cb
Gb
Ebm
no one to blame but me MX4 and App3
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Cb
Some don't know what I do so
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Cb
Some don't know what I do so
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Cb
Some don't know what I've been on
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Cb
Some don't know what I've been on
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Cb
Now it's night and I'm on the cusp
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Cb
I jump in to the taxi to get to my spot
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Cb
If I can avoid it then I avoid it
Some could pass it off
as being paranoid shit
Gb
Cb
I'm never not legit,
I put in my street nights
not be aware of the loop
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsEbm Cb Gb
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