Tom: Eb major
Verse 1
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Yeah, yeah man, I'm the psycho I could do,
C
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do, do, do, do, do
C
D
Yeah, and I don't tell no man
D
Rockin' on the misconceptions,
buff rhyme erections
Set up like I use
Olympus stones,
I let you go and chip out
My neighbours complain,
F
C
I scratch my earpiece, I try to explain
D
That this vocal is the penis,
the rhythm is the badge
As I try beats I feel the
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Suffer but I strive, cause life's a rough ride
On a winding road,
C
with a whole heap of side
D
I'm watching how I scope,
cause I see enough get blind
By drug induced bliss, drinking snake piss
C
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They vision they shite,
they pon some snide
Bad wish, it's true that I'm the jet blast,
your red beard herb
Never had no business with
D
Most of the time we grapple
deeper in a thought
That mental bench press,
D
Once we close to request,
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we just might rest
But until short time we stand
Man cool, man cool
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The cool as s cool
Man cool
Sha- sha- sha- sha- sha cool
Man cool, cool
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The ass cool
Cool, man cool
Just go, woah, woah, woah, woah
Man, cool down, cool down
Bring up off the bushing I'm
running like I'm wise
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I back out, y'all stick to me, too
Sam
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Inch up in the stoop, then fold my forearm
And that's where I sit, then burst in
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Jump up off the page, bust two back flips
In
Kiss my insides, I'm taken to the different
looking like peas in
A bean
For real, I feel one smidgen of
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So now I don't see color,
who refuse to believe
I'm down on my knees and
I'm looking for connection divine
Holy
Ghost came and cleansed up my mind
To some it might seem like
I'm forced to lose
But it proves in the pudding not
Couldn't with the shooting,
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my inclination don't know hesitation
a blessed transition
Some will never see cause
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C
They've been trained to hate,
D
they don't see too straight
But inside these shoes, yeah,
I find me the key
Some next type of fitness and vitality
Cooler than coal
Man fi cool
Cool, woah, woah, woah
Yeah
Girl fi cool
Mind is cool, yeah
Because we cool
Girl fi cool
Cooler than coal
Man fi cool
Cool, woah, woah, woah, yeah
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C
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Checkin' through these suspects,
these hectic six dents
For the mans don't value unity
and they don't see sense
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D
And I don't feel too safe,
whether I dem truth change
Lest I'm okay with my blade
We got,
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fuckheads, crackheads and less
Seems like everyday one of these
fools wanna contest
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D
Wanna come stare up in my
face like they know me
But they don't know me from
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Jack, and my face they wanna slap
down from every angle
The big swathes see me in
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a stranglehold
D
Steady feastin' on the mental
of the masses
Crampin' up the distribution
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C
I'm tired of the ghetto madness
Butterflex like a natta
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Covered in camouflage
I roll through the gutter
Knowing that I'm
J- Blessed
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Cause I am cool
Man, if you're cool
Cool
Girl, if you're cool
Man, you're cool, y'all
Yo- Woahwoo- Woah
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Sha- Sha- Sha- Sha- Sha- Sha- Phone
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