Tom: A minor•
Verse 1
Am
Dm
Yeah,
with nothing but a green light
Blame it on the three -knife benders
Am
Em
The pop -pop's out in the re -light
Dm
Am
Blame it on broads and bullsports
We them east side princes,
no prince left at the scene
We split the cash back at the pad
Em
and get high as my rent is
Well, I was two -timing on
Am
an island with a princess
Dm
Am
You were two -timing,
hiding behind your fantasies
And even though we burned
a candle at the twin inn
Em
Am
Em
Still made time to put the flame to wax,
I did photography at uni,
C
snapped a couple chicks like a bachelor
Am
A nigga, my bachelor, and I,
I done hit him with everything we got, man
Em
Had to move out of the house
and get back to Venice
Dm
I met a lad that hit the trains
with his years back
C
They said hate to sing songs
Am
other than that, we dig it
Where's your ittens at,
Jimmy, give me raw shit
Em
Leave in a minute, back another broad shit
Dm
All summer, long summer, not the cord shit
C
Am
All aboard, we'll be gone
in a matter of minutes
And isn't it funny
that we ain't even in it for money
Em
Am
Still we get paid off the shit that we coin
Dm
Roll a J, baby, that's the joint, the return
C
Burn one down for your Sidney, boys,
You were swirling us together,
now I'm better
You was at the crime scene
screaming, I ain't do it
But the two swirling us together,
now I'm better
You look at the crime scenes,
dreamin' of our age
Everybody's moved,
the whole place surrounded
but we got our hands up
Dm
See, we come too far to turn back now
Am
We shut it down, all cities stand up
Sometimes the road don't rise to meet us
Em
And the wind ain't always at our backs
Dm
But we keep our hands clean,
no prints of the scene
Am
Still runnin' but we cover our tracks
One day it'll be back
Em
Am
Like crooks in crime scenes
Dm
Am
Em
Am
Em
D
Em
Am
They said, where you been, Luke?
When you comin' with the sophomore?
we dug up a we -want -more
Dm
Tell em' we busy and we in
it for the long haul
C
Am
Truth is, we blow a hole, bud,
blow it out, then once more
Em
Am
Blowin' on some blow
Em
with some mind -blowin' young broad
Dm
I got the gold and tonto's,
fuck y 'all lords
Am
Bartender bringin' a bottle
back like a encore
Clap, clap, applaud,
and we your com -pares
Em
Tryna break the chains up like Con Air
Dm
Is this thing on? Yeah, yeah,
we on air
C
A gentleman,
Am
I still throw game like Cron, yeah
Still keep a healthy distrust for the lords
Em
They right to sit above,
enough's never enough
Dm
Am
See, I trust politicians bout
as much as I trust myself
C
Am
With a brunette who doesn't give a fuck
As much as I trust my man
Jimmy with some paint
Diddy with a break
fitted for a cape
Am
in every city to upstate
We back for the riders, the flatliners
Em
Blacklight the room, homie, line them up
Dm
I got the hood when we fry your tuck
Am
The most priest survived up,
C
Am
messiahs lied to duck
But get up! swirl letters together,
now I'm better
Em
You was at the crime scene,
screamin', I ain't do it
Dm
Put the two swirl letters together,
now I'm better
Am
You was at the crime scene,
screamin', I ain't do
Everybody move,
the whole place surrounded
but we got our hands up
Dm
See we come too far to turn back now,
C
Am
we shatter down, all cities stand up
Sometimes the road don't
rise to meet us,
Em
and the wind ain't always at our backs
Dm
But we keep our hands clean,
no prints of the scene
C
Still run them over, cover our tracks,
Like what? Like crooks and
crime scenes
Dm
C
the super guilty and charged boss
Dm
Am
Exile, 2010 we back
Em
Just like we left something,
Dm
Am
or better yet, like whoops a crime scene,
Dm
Am
D .I .G.
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