Kunci: D# minor
Intro 1
Am
G
F
Am
G
F
Verse 1
Am
I'm feeling this life,
but shit it's getting hella stressed out
Will I ever make it down the
road I always had down
G
But I found my soul yet through the cold
it's getting chased down
F
Gushes of my guilt and sinners,
Bible speak the truth now
Am
In the fog, will we live until death?
Or every breath that is left?
Last pack with no regrets,
G
what we get about the flesh?
F
The drugs gone, the fact, my mind,
body rejects subjects
Cannot connect,
Am
filling up through my fingers
Whatever just lingers,
see the spark to that picture
About to push on the trigger,
At the end they forget you,
F
how the hell they supposed to take you
When everybody ain't with ya, I bet ya
Am
My pistol stay pointed
to the street disappointment
Cause the people's annoyed,
G
they thinking they can go to the toilet
With my life they gonna go,
F
will never ever go forfeit
At the end we got no choice,
Am
steady mobbin' through these roads
F
These folks is bent cold,
Am
I'm all sobbing, it's all controlled
With a bullet hose,
Just trying to make it home alone
with the gates closed
Am
Steady mob bin' through these roads,
these folks is bent cold
I'm all sobbing, it's all controlled
With a bullet hose,
Just trying to make it home alone
with the gates closed
look around,
what's going on?
They pushing us to the point
they pointed,
leaving us a bone
G
Man, I've flown on my stone,
unknown, no iPhone
F
I hope for no show, it grows,
we hate those proposed
Am
Fully got on the chest, blood,
blood dripping wet
Taking shots to the head,
G
over the crumbs of this bread
Being watched by the fans,
F
you better watch how it's led
Or at the worst, be impressed
Am
I confess, could be living
through our last days
Any moment could change,
for the better or the pain
G
Going insane when it came,
since then nothing or name
F
Keepin' two sides to the game
on how it's all played
Am
I see faces, one disappearing
and the other appearing
And my mind incoherent
G
from the shit they be bringin'
Tryin' to mob with no steering,
F
back and forth near misses
Keep my eye on the fierce,
Am
the steady witness this road,
Am
Almost off it's own control,
with a bullet hose
just tryin' to make it home
surrounded with the gates closed
Am
Steady mob bin' through this road,
these folks is bent cold
Almost off it's own control,
with a bullet hose
just trying to make it home
surrounded by the gates closed
Am
Steady mob bing through this road,
Am
Almost all is out of control,
with a bullet hole
just trying to make it home
surrounded by the gates closed
Am
Steady mobbing through this road,
F
Am
these folks is bent cold
Almost all is out of control,
with a bullet hole
just trying to make it home
surrounded by the gates
Am
G
F
closed
Am
Outro 1
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