Chords used
F
C
G
Am
F/A
Bb6
F6
Bbmaj7
Gm
Bb
A
Bb/F
F7
Gm7
Bbmaj9
Dm
Bm
Em
B
D
G#m
D#m
Fadd9
Am7
A#maj7
1.
Cocoa Butter Kisses (acoustic)
Key: FMediumF
C
G
Am
FCigarettes on cigarettes, Cmy mama think I stank
GI got burn holes in my hoodiAmes, all my homies think it's dank
FI miss my cocoa butter kisses C
GI miss my cocoa butter kisAmses
FCigarettes on cigarettes, Cmy mama think I stank
GI got burn holes in my hoodiAmes, all my homies think it's dank
FI miss my cocoa butter kisses C
GI miss my cocoa butter kisAmses
FOkie dokie, alky, keep it Clowkey like Thor lil bro
GOr he'll go blow the louAmdy, saudy of sour Saudi
FWiley up off peyote, Cwilding like that coyote
GIf I sip any HenAmny, my belly just might be outtie
FPull up inside a huggy, CStarsky & Hutch a dougie
GI just opened up the pack in an hAmour I'll ash my lucky
FTonight she just yelling, "fuck me," Ctwo weeks she'll be yelling fuck me
GUsed to like orange cassette taAmpes with Timmy, Tommy, and Chuckie
FAnd Chuck E. Cheese's pizzas, JCesus pieces, sing Jesus love me
GPut Visine inside my eyesAm so my grandma would fucking hug me
FOh generation above me, CI know you still remember me
GMy afro look just like daddyAm's, y'all taught me how to go hunting (BLAM!)
FCigarettes on cigarettes, Cmy mama think I stank
GI got burn holes in my hoodiAmes, all my homies think it's dank
FI miss my cocoa butter kisses C
GI miss my cocoa butter kisAmses
FCigarettes on cigarettes, Cmy mama think I stank
GI got burn holes in my hoodiAmes, all my homies think it's dank
FI miss my cocoa butter kisses C
GI miss my cocoa butter kisAmses
(Innanet)
FI will smoke a little someCthing but I don't inhale
GEverywhere that I go, everywAmhere they be asking hows it going
FSay the goings well, go fiCgure, Victor's light skinned
GJesus got me feeling like CoAmlin Powell, all praise to the God
FGod knows he's a pro, he'sC a pro like COINTEL
GCheck, check mate, check me Amtake me to the bedroom, let you know me well
FI mean normally, you see NCorma Jean wouldn't kick it with Farmer Phil
GBut these kids these days, tAmhey get so high, burn trees, smoke chlorophyll
F'Til they can't feel shit,C shit-faced, faced it, 15 hits on this L
GElevated, train, and the craAmziest thing
FGot me feeling like LaurynC Hill, miseducated, my dick delegated
GRap Bill Bellamy, they said AmI shoulda never made it
FProbably shoulda been deadC or in jail
GDeadbeat dad, enough of thatAm jazz
FAsshole, absynthe up in thCat glass
GAre we there yet? Ice cubes Amin a bong
FRip, brain dead, take a tuCg and then pass
FI think we all addicted
CYeah, I think we all addicted
GReally though, I think we all addicted
AmI think we all addicted
FCigarettes on cigarettes, Cmy momma think I stank
GI got burn holes in my memorAmies, my homies think it's dank
FI miss my cocoa butter kisCses
GI miss my cocoa butter kisseAms
FI could make a flow, pitteCr patter with a patter pitter - juicy
GUsed to be in a jalabiya andAm a kufi
FTrying hard not to be addiCcted to a groupie
GI ended up on an album coverAm in a Coogi
FYou see, I be still a God Cbut a goofy
GYou be flowing about drugs aAmnd a Uzi
FThat's the new principle, Csometimes I'mma be about some hoes
GSometimes I'mma wanna make aAm movie
FAnd when it come to rappinCg fast, I'm the Higgs Boson
GAnd though my style freakishAm
FI could still break your bCody down to five pieces like I did Voltron
GCause I'm addicted to the crAmaft and I be off a OG
FKnow me, I'm the Obi-Wan KCenobi of the dope see
GNever scared of mean spiritsAm, methamphetamine lyrics
FCooler like I'm offa codeiCne, low key
GDon't be so judgmental, evenAm though I'm reminiscing
FIf I don't know what I misCs is
GI'ma end up figuring out thaAmt it's home
FAnd my mother and my grandCmother cocoa butter kisses
GThis is just a testament to Amthe ones that raised me
FThe ones that I praise andC I'm thanking
GI need em but the chronic alAml up in my clothes
FAnd I wanna get a hug, andC I can't cause I'm stanking
GNever too old for a spankingAm, igh
FCigarettes on cigarettes, Cmy momma think I stank
GI got burn holes in my memorAmies, my homies think it's dank
FI miss my cocoa butter kisCses
GI miss my cocoa butter kisseAms
FCigarettes on cigarettes, Cmy momma think I stank
GI got burn holes in my memorAmies, my homies think it's dank
FI miss my cocoa butter kisCses
GI miss my cocoa butter kisseAms
2.
Blessings
Key: FHardF/A
Bb6
F6
Bbmaj7
Gm
Bb
A
Bb/F
F
F7
Gm7
Bbmaj9
I'm gon' praise Him, F/Apraise Him 'Bb6til I'm F6gone
Bbmaj7I'm gon' Bb6praise Him, praise GmHimBb F6'tiAl I'm gone
F6When the praises go up, the Bb/Fblessings Fcome down
When the praises F7go up, the Bb/Fblessings Fcome down
F7
F Gm7It sF/Aeems Bb6like Fblessings keep falling in my Flap
It F6seems like Bbmaj7blessings keep falling in my F6lap F Gm7 F6 A
FI don't make songs for free, I Bb6makeF 'em Ffor freedom F7
Don't believe in kings, beBb6lievFe inBb/F the Kingdom Bbmaj9
Chisel me into stone, prayer whistle me into song F7air
Dying laughing with Krillin sayFing Gm7something 'boF6ut Ablonde Gm7hair
FJesus' black life ain't mattBb6er, F F I know I tF7alked to his daddy
Said you the man of the houBb6se nFow, Bb/Flook out for yBbmaj9our family
He has ordered my steps, gave me a sword wiF7th a crest
And gave Donnie a trumpet iFn case IGm7 get shoF6rtnAess of Gm7breath
FI'm gon' F6praise Bb6Him,F F/Apraise Him 'Bb6til I'm F6gone (Don't be mad)
FI'm gon' F6praise Bb6Him,F F/Apraise Him 'Bb6til I'm F6gone
Post-Chorus
When the praises go up F (Good God)
The blessings come down F7 (Good God)
When the praises go up F6 (Good God)
the blessings come down F (the blessings come down)
When the praises go up, F (It seems like blessings keep falling in my lap,)
the blessings come down F7 (the blessings come down)
When the praises go up, F7
the blessings come down F7 (Good God)
Instrumental
FGm7F6AGm7
They Fbooked the nicest hotels on the 59th floorF7
With the big wide windows, with the suicide Bb/Fdoors F
Ain't no blood on my money, ain't no Twitter in Heaven F7
I know them drugs isn't close, ain'Ft noGm7 visiF6tinA' HeGm7aven
FI know the difference in blessings and worldly possessions F7
Like my ex girl getting pregnant and her becoming my eBb/FverythiFng
I'm at war with my wrongs, I'm writing four different songs F7
I never forged it or forfeited, I'm a FforcGm7e to F6be ArecoGm7nciled
FThey want four minute songs You need a four hour praise danF7ce
performed every morn, I'm feeling shortness of Bb/Fbreath, soF Nico
grab you a horn, Hit Jericho with a buzzer bF7eater
to end a quarter watch brick and morFtar fall Gm7like F6driApping Gm7water, ugh!
F(Good God)
FF6Bb6FF/ABb6F6
FI'm gon' F6praise Bb6Him,F F/Apraise Him Bb6till I'm F6gone (Good God)
FI'm gon' F6praise Bb6Him,F F/Apraise Him Bb6till I'm F6gone
Post-Chorus
When the praises go up,F6 (Good God)
the blessings come downF7 (The blessings come down)
When the praises go up,F6
the blessings come downF7 (the blessings come down)
When the praises go up,F
(Are you ready)
the blessings come downF
(for your blessings?)
When the praises go up,F6
(Are you ready)
the blessings come downF7
(for your miracle?)
F(Are you ready, are you ready? F7Are you ready, are you ready?)
F(Are you ready, are you ready? F7Are you ready, are you ready?)
It seems like blessings keep falling in my lap
3.
Interlude Thats Love
Key: BbHardBb
F
C
Dm
G
Bm
Am
Acoustic Version of Chance's "Interlude (That's Love)"
No Capo.
BbFCDm
GBmCG
GCAm
GCG
BbWhat's good good?
FAnd what's good evil?
CAnd what's good gangstas?
DmAnd what's good people?
BbAnd whys God's phone die every time that IF call on Him?
CIf his son had a Twitter wonder if I wouldDm follow him
BbSwallow them synonyms like cinFnamon Cinnabon
CKeep all them sentiments down to a mDminimum
BbStudious Gluteus Maxim models is sFending him
CPics of they genitalia tallied up Dmten of em
BbI slurped too many pain-kills, downFing em off a lot
CI got a lot off days but it ain't ofDmten that I'm off the clock
BbYa'know I mean?
FI got the Chicago Blues
CWe invented rock before the Stones got Dmthrough
BbWe just aiming back cause the cops Fshot you
CBuck buck bang bang, yelling "FDmuck Fox News!"
BbBooyaka buckle up, mothaFfuck ops too
CAin't no knuckling up em young causeDm it just not cool
GNice to see you BmFather New Year
CMiddle finger UGncle Samuel
GShooting death wBmith weighted dice
CAnd hitting staGins on birthday candles
GI know somebody,Bm somebody loves my ass
CCause they helpG me beat my demons ass
GEverybody's sComebody's Ameverything
GI know you right
GNobody's nCothing
GThat's right
x3
BbI used to tell hoes I was Fdark light or off white
CBut I'd fight if a nigga said that IDm talk white
BbAnd both my parents was black
FBut they saw it fit that I talk right
CWith my drawers hid but
DmMy hard head stayed in the clouds like a lost kite
BbBut gravity had me up in a sFubmission hold
CLike I'm dancing with the Devil withDm two left feet and I'm pigeon toed
BbIn two small point ballet shoes with Fa missing sole
CAnd two missing toes
DmBut it's love like Cupid kissing a mistletoe
GNice to see you BmFather New Year
CMiddle finger UGncle Samuel
GShooting death wBmith weighted dice
CAnd hitting staGins on birthday candles
GI know somebody,Bm somebody loves my ass
CCause they helpG me beat my demons ass
BbLike Cassius ducking the draft and now the Ffight is over
CThe type to love from a distance not the tyDmpe that told her
BbSpent three days on the rap, trash it and tFype it over
CWith babies on the block under arms like fiDmghting odors
BbCoppers and quotas
FHold ya head like 2Pac had taught
CObviously they are on a come up
With better Dmchances tobogganing in the fucking summer
BbConcoctions for the bad days and a condom fFor the good ones
CAll odds against we tryna get lucky
DmDoper than Nucky
BbYou're ending happy that's only aF tuggy
DmLike Satan masturbating shiCt come hot
BbBut y'all still love me ugh
FHow father time a deadbeat
CMaybe I'm adopted
DmThat'll explain why all of my shit been so timeless
GEverybody's sComebody's Ameverything
GI know you right
GNobody's nCothing
GThat's right
x3
4.
Sunday Candy
Key: CMediumC
Em
Am
F
Dm
G
She could Csay in her voice, in her Emway that she love Amme C
With her eyes, with her smFile, with her belt, with her Chands, with her money Dm
I am the tGhesis of her prayers.
Her Cnieces and her nephews are just Empieces of the layers,
Only oAmnes she loves as much as me is CJesus Christ and Taylor.F
I got a future so I'm sCinging for my grandma Dm
You singing too, but your Ggrandma ain't my grandma!
CMine's is hand made, Empan fried, sun dried
AmSouthside, and beat the dCevil by a landslide.
FPraying with her hands tied, pCresident of my fan club,
DmSanta, something told me GI should bring my butt to church!
You gotta move it sClow-ly,
TEmake and eat my body like it's hAmo-ly.
IC've been waiting for you for the wFhole week,
IC've been praying for you, you'reDm my sun-day, Gcan-dy.
CCome on in this Emhouse, 'cause iAmt's gonna rCain.
FRain down ZCion, Dmit's gonna Grain.
You better cCome on in this Emhouse, 'cause iAmt's gonna raCin
FRain down ZCion, iDmt's gonna rGain.
I come to cChurch for the candy, your pepperEmmints is the truth.
I'm pessimAmistic on Monday if I had Ctweaked and missed you.
You look so gFood with that hat on, had to mCatch with the shoes,
Came and dDmressed in the satin, I came and sGat in your pew.
I come to CChristmas for dinner, fifty Emrolls on my plate
Hella hAmoles in my stocking holding your pCockets in place.
I like my Flove with a budget, I like my hCugs with a scent
You smell like, lDmight, gas, water, electGricity, rent
You sound like wChy the gospel choir got so tEmired
And his praise is dAmaily basis so I gotta Ctry it.
You're my dream cFatcher, dream team, team cCaptain
Matter fact, I ain't Dmseen you in a minute, lemme tGake my butt to church!
You better Ccome on in this Emhouse (come on in this house),
'Cause Amit's gonna Crain (it's gonna rain!).
FRain down Czion (rain down), Dmit's gonna Grain (it's gonna rain!).
You better Ccome on in this Emhouse (come on in this house),
'Cause Amit's gonna Crain (it's gonna rain!).
FRain down Czion (rain down), Dmit's gonna Grain.
You gotta move it sClow-ly,
TEmake and eat my body like it's hAmo-ly.
IC've been waiting for you for the wFhole week,
IC've been praying for you, you'reDm my sun-day, Gcan-dy.
CSlow-ly,
TEmake and eat my body like it's hAmo-ly.
IC've been waiting for you for the wFhole week,
IC've been praying for you, you'reDm my sun-day, Gcan-dy.
You better Ccome on in this Emhouse (come on in this house),
'Cause Amit's gonna Crain (it's gonna rain!).
FRain down Czion (rain down), Dmit's gonna Grain.
You better cCome on in this Emhouse, 'cause iAmt's gonna raCin
FRain down ZCion, iDmt's gonna rGain.
5.
Spaceship
Key: EmMediumEm
G
A
B
D
C
EmGAB
EmUhhD bCabBy
EmUhhD bCabBy
EmBlast off uhh baby)
DIt's the motherfucking time now
Dug a dCeep ditch when i quit school, but this rBapping shit helping me climb out
Me and ChEmancellor, fuck you tahm bout
Village sDhittin' on niggas in time out
When im fCeeling this all that i rhyme 'bout
Me and KBembe grindin' in the grind house
Asking wEmhere I wanna go, who I wanna be
My lDife is nothing more than ripping all these beats
And tChat's the way i want it im trippin'
Of the weed and that im sBippin' on at least you
Tipping, fuck you mean
EmGotta get mine, gotta fucking win
DGotta bring the Village, I gotta represent it
I gCotta keep on pushing, gotta keep on working
I cBan't stop yelling fuck though, I gotta keep on shittin'
EmAll we wanna do is get money
Seem like eDrrbody want some shit from me
Like Cput me on with this and hook me on with that
BFind your way up off my dick homie
CRemember I used to keep the sacks with me
In the bDasement, watching that Rap City
CNiggas used to say I rap shitty, funny
BNow them niggas want a track with me
EmIf my manager insults me again
DI will be assaulting him
CAfter I fuck the manager up
BThen I'm going to shorten the register up
EmLet's go back, back to the Gap
DLook at my check, wasn't no scratch
CSo if I stole, wasn't my fault
BYea I stole, never got caught
EmYea, they're going to do it on purpose man
DIt's going to be haters lurking
You know what I'm talking about?
CWishing to see you fail
But at the eBnd of the day if you got God on your side
CWhy the fuck would you believe in hell
DYou know what I'm talking about?
Hate ain't shit but the devil
CTell them motherfuckers to get up
And get up on aB whole 'nother motherfucking level
Ism
It's EmNASA,
GWhole world wants to know what you crCashed for,
BJag off, what you jEmag for
GIm just doing what you aCssholes, had aBsked for
EmWhen we going to home?
My Deyes hurt, my throat hurt, my sCoul hurt
My whole church know Bmy niggas on dirt
EmLil' college dropout, bDlame it on Ye'
CLil' Jimmy done grown up, he's sBlangin' them tapes
EmSouthside, out West, SDouth By Southwest
CDoubt my prowess, I guess 'bBout now I'm fresh
Goodness gracEmious,
Visionary chasing, CDhance with a space and The
Then a pCronoun, and the car spacious,
And a sBpaceship for the spaceship like IGH!
EmIf my manager insults me again
DI will be assaulting him
CAfter I fuck the manager up
BThen I'm going to shorten the register up
EmLet's go back, back to the Gap
DLook at my check, wasn't no scratch
CSo if I stole, wasn't my fault
BYea I stole, never got caught
Em
Yea, always keep your ism at a magnificent level
That it's true, know what I'm talking about?
I come to find out there's three type of people in the world
There's those that ask what happened
There's those that saw it happen
And then there's those that made it happen
And which one are you?
Cathedral.ism
6.
Summer Friends
Key: DMediumD
G
G#m
DSocks on concrete, Gjolly rancher kids
GI was talking back and now I gotta G#mstay at grandma's crib
DBunch of tank top, nappy headed Gbike-stealing Chatham boys
GNone of my nigga's ain't had no dad,G#m none of my nigga's ain't have no choice
DJJ, Mikey, Lil Derek and them, G79th street was America then
GIce cream truck and the beauty supply, G#mBlockbuster movies and Harold's again
DWe still catching lightening bugs, GWhen the plague hit the backyard
GHad to come in at dark cause the big G#mshawty's act hard
Okay now DDave grandpa grand crossing, GFirst day, nigga's shooting
GSummer school get to losing students, G#mBut the CPD getting new recruitment
DOur summer don't, our summer, Gour summer don't get no shine no more
GOur summer die, our summer G#mtime don't got no time no more
D(You're my friend) GSummer friends don't stay
G(You're my friend) G#mSome friends just stay-ay-ay,D
(You're Gmissed) stay around G
G#mSummer friends, summer friends
D(You're my friend...G) Summer friends don't stGay
G#mSummer friends don't stay-ay-ay, heyD G
Stay around G G#m
DOh I used to kill 'em with the Glong hair
Momma had Gsalon doing perms out the G#marmchair
Yeah we're working Dlate, he treat the crib like it's a Gtimeshare
I would mow some Glawns for my ones like a G#mlawn chair, hugh, hugh!
DNow I'm the same way, Gover time all the time, every night, hey
GReady my blessing, now I'm ready how I wait, G#mNever let a friendship get in my way
DNever let a blog get in my way, GMake the whole song do whatever I say
G79, 79, 79, 79 place, G#m79, 79, 79, 79 place
DSome of my homegirls Ggot lost in the paperwork
GThey was good friends but I faked the clerk, G#mCause if it ain't work, can't make it work
DIt's been a minute since I Gcalled on a friend
GFucked up and fucked G#mall my friends D
GAll my friends,G G#mall my...
(You're missedG) Stick aroundG, G#mSummer friends, summer Dfriends...
(You're my fGriGendG#m...)
Summer friends don't stick aroundD G
Stick around G G#m (And some of us...)
D79, 79, 79, 79, hey, G79, 79, 79, 79, hey
G79, 79, 79, 79, heyG#m, hey, hey
D(You're my Gfriend) 79, 79, 79, 79, Ghey
(So lay your G#mhead on my Dshoulder) City wide, city wide, city wide, hey
GCity wide, city wide, city wide, hey
GCity wide, city wide, city wide, hey
G#mCity wide, city wide, city wide, hey
DCity wide, city wide, city wide, city wide
GCity wide, city wide, city wide, city wide
GCity wide, City wide, city wide, city wide
G#mCity wide, city wide, city wide, city wide
DCity wide, city wide...
(I will wait around for you)
(I will wait around for you)
(So lay your head...)
7.
Same Drugs
Key: FHardF
B
D#m
FWe don'tB do the same D#mdrugs no moBre
We don't do the, Fwe don't do the Bsame drugs, do the samD#me drugs no moBre
FCause she donB't do the saD#mme drugs no mBore
We don't do the,F we don't do theB same drugs, do the samD#me drugs no moBre
WFhen did you chanBge?
WD#mendy you've aBged
FI thought you'd Bnever grow up
D#mI thought youB'd never
FWindow cBlosed, D#mWendy gotB old
FI was too late, BI was too late
D#mA shadow Bof what I once was
FWhere did you goB?
D#mWhy would youB stay?
FYou must have loBst your marbles
D#mYou always weBre so forgetfulF
BIn a hurry D#m
BDon't wait up
FI was too late, BI was too late
D#mA shadow of whBat I once was
FCause we Bdon't, wD#me don't do what we say we'Bre gonna
FYou were always perfecBt, and D#mI was only pracBtice
FDon't you miss the Bdays
D#mStranger? B
FDon't you miss the Bdays?
D#mDon't you Bmiss the danger?
Post-Chorus
FWe don'Bt (we don't) do the same D#mdrugs no moBre (do the same drugs no more)
We don't do the, Fwe don't do the same drugBs, do the sameD#m drugs no mBore
FWe don'Bt (we don't) do the same D#mdrugs no moBre (do the same drugs no more)
We don't do the,F we don't do the same druBgs, do the Fsame drugsB no more F B
We don't do the,F we don't Bdo the same dFrugs B F B
FBD#mB
FDon't forget the happy Bthoughts
D#mAll you need is happyB thoughts
FThe past tense, past Bbed time
Way back then when D#meverything we read was real
And Beverything we said rhymed
FWide eyed kids being kids
BWhy did you stop?
D#mWhat did you do to yourB hair?
FWhere did you go to Bend up right back here?
D#mWhen did you start to fBorget how to fly?
FBD#mB
FDon't you cBolor out
D#mDon't yoBu bleed on out, oh
FStay in the line,B stay in the lineD#m B
8.
Family
Key: BmMediumBm
D
A
Let's lBmand in the land Dwhere the Famo stay
DGrind all day til the fam okay
It Dstill warm my heart to hear my grandma pray
For the Afam of my friends when my Bmmans go away (x2)
Turn the Bmradio uDp and we can have a good time
DGot me feeling like J.J. on Good Times
DBack when Thelma had that ass, off the fam good
MyA sister said she likes my Bmraps cause it sounds good
BmTold me not to cut Dcorners, use to cut quarters
DSitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders
DTill my pops popped me off, that was family matters
AUsed to watch him in the Bmkitchen sipping Sammy Adams
BmNow I'm rollin', DiPhone Stolen
DMama whip with 5 of my guys, 4 holdin'
DTrying to live our lives like our lives are so golden
AGot big shoes to fill Bmlike try go bowling
BmTil we strike out, Dwe just hoping we don't strike out
D4th quarter, how you gon go and take Mike out?
DSummertime Chi, I had to pull the bike out
ARiding getting Bmnice cause it's nice out
Let's lBmand in the land Dwhere the Famo stay
DGrind all day til the fam okay
It Dstill warm my heart to hear my grandma pray
For the Afam of my friends when my Bmmans go away (x2)
Don'tBm wake up, don't wake up, Ddon't wake up too fast
DDon't make up your mind, you should flake on that class
DSing all you want, just don't Drake on they ass
AShore you got drive, don'tBm turn fake on they ass
BmGood morning, good rDaps, good morrow, good luck
DTonight you could blow, tomorrow you suck
DBizarro, my carro, I borrowed from Chuck
A Anew SLR and FerBmrarro deluxe
No Bmmoney for the Dmeter when I'm parkin' em
DGassed than a bitch no car with him
DMarket him, tell him that he's buzzing like a Agame of operation witBmh Parkinsons
BmYoung kid rappers,D kidnappers
DYoung whipper snapper that will whip past ya
DWill get at you, come get at you
AWanna break ya off,Bm Come Kit-Kat you
Let's lBmand in the land wheDre the Famo stay
DGrind all day til the fam okay
It Dstill warm my heart to hear my grandma pray
For the Afam of my friends when my Bmmans go away (x8)
BmD
DDABm
9.
Family Matters
Key: FHardFadd9
Am7
A#maj7
Gm7
C
F
Fadd9All Am7
A#maj7All, all, all
Gm7All (the things)
CAll (the things, things)
Fadd9All (that Am7glitters is not gold)
A#maj7All, all, all (And all Gm7gold is not reality
CReal is what you lays on me)
How's everybody doing?
Fadd9We were all that Am7matters, A#maj7family's all that matters
Gm7This is just business, Csee you right after
Fadd9Nothing comes beAm7fore ya, A#maj7nothing else matters
Gm7All of this is for ya, Cyou are all that matters
I Fadd9dance around the darkness Am7down on Billie Jean Road
If I ain'A#maj7t toured then we still'd be broke
Thought I got the Gm7formula, bon appetite
I got a Cbeat in case my baby baba ever leak
Fadd9Wise beyond my years but Am7way behind my peak
You gotta eA#maj7at, this a step to my princess
Point of intGm7erest, fourth and inches
Hallelujah, Cthe kid grew up, the crowd cheered the child
Booya, mic drop, I walk home
I don't care Fadd9about, Am7 A#maj7
they don't mean a thing Gm7(All, all)
All these Cfancy things (All, all)
I'll tell you that Fadd9all, Am7
my wA#maj7eight in gold (All)
Gm7All I know, I knCow (And all gold is not reality)
All these Fadd9things Am7 A#maj7
(All these Gm7things)C
All these Fadd9things Am7 A#maj7
(All these Gm7things)C
In this Fadd9part of my life, Am7I'm growing up and A#maj7I- and I wanna, I wanna do
Gm7this the right way, go, go out of it, Cgrow out of it, in the best way
possible, so Fadd9thank you guys wAm7ho's been there A#maj7thus far, and it's Gm7only
gonna get betterC...
I don't care Fadd9bout, Am7 A#maj7
they don't mean a Gm7thing
All these Cfancy things
I'll tell you that Fadd9all, Am7
my A#maj7weight in gold (All that glitters, glitters)
Gm7All I know, I knCow (Is not gold, Igh!)
All these Fadd9things Am7(All A#maj7that matters)
All these Gm7things C(All, all that matters)
All these Fthings
10.
Zion
Key: CMediumC
F
G
C Me mommy love me, like she lFove her nappy head
G She sang me fables, when she Cused to wrap me dreads
C She said me look like me grandpFappy, now he dead
G He never met me, but he loCved me, yeah he did
C He was a king, before me FMa became a queen
G They killed him dead, because he Ctried to stop the war
C Me momma love me, like the sFong that she sings
G But I think she loves me just aC little bit more
C Little bit less, then little bit more
F Hourglass, sand's timeless through my trough
G Let it wash me away
Dive into a fifth of the J, CMo', sip it slow
C Stone cold nights, warm days
F Days don't break, they fade away
G Faced my watch, then face a J
C Faking it takes my pain away
Be a fataliFty, killed my salary
G Dreams shattering, trunk rattling
Drug dabbling, dabble or dab
C Bought a battery, energy, gpen
F G when we go see this salary
G Set a time bomb, 'til I blow up
Like the Matrix, in the zCion