Tom: F major•
Intro 1
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Am
G
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Am
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Chorus 1
G
F
I don't think I'm coming back home
Am
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
G
F
Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam
Am
Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know
G
F
I problem solve with Styrofoam
Am
My world revolves around a black hole
The same black hole
G
F
that's in place of my soul, uh
Am
Empty, I feel so goddamn empty
G
F
I may go rogue
Am
Don't tempt me, big bullet holes
Verse 1
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tos
Yeah, I'm keepin' it real, real, um
Am
Keepin' it real, uh yeah
G
F
Life gets tough, shit is getting real
I don't know how to feel
Am
Swallowing all these pills
Know my real feels
Tryna' make a deal, uh
Feel like I'm going crazy
G
F
but still took a lot to get me here
here Losing my sanity up
in a house in the hills, hills, hills
Am
I ain't have anything then
G
and I still don't have anything still, still, still,
Am
G
These hoes actin' like gossip, TMZ
Moshpits squishing me
Am
G
F
Oh my, oh me, how they kill me slowly
Am
Lonely, I been gettin' no peace
G
F
OD, feel like overdossing
Am
Low key I been looking for the signs
G
But all I can find is a sign of the
Chorus 2
G
F
I don't think I'm coming back home
Am
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
G
F
Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam
Am
Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know
G
F
I problem solve with Styrofoam
Am
My world revolves around a black hole
The same black hole
G
F
that's in place of my soul, uh
Am
Empty, I feel so goddamn empty
G
F
I may go rogue
Am
Don't tempt me, big bullet holes
Verse 2
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tos
I ain't suicidal
Am
G
Only thing suicide is suicide doors
G
F
rolling good dope up
Am
Hold my hand, through hell we go
G
F
Don't look back, it ain't the past no more
Gon' get to the the racks,
Am
all them niggas want war
G
F
Yeah, I was put here to lead the lost souls
Am
Exhale depression as the wind blows
G
F
These are the laws of living in vogue
We're perfectly imperfect imperfect children
G
F
all of us are on mission, never gave a fuck,
really came from rags to riches
G
driving with the rooftop missin'
really came came from rags to riches
G
driving with the rooftop missin'
Chorus 3
G
F
I don't think I'm coming back home
Am
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
G
F
Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam
Am
Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know
G
F
I problem solve with Styrofoam
Am
My world revolves around a black hole
The same black hole
G
F
that's in place of my soul, uh
Am
Empty, I feel so goddamn empty
G
F
I may go rogue
Am
Don't tempt me, big bullet holes
Outro 1
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Am
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tos
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Am
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F
Am
G
F
Am
G
[Repeat and fade]
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