Tonalité : Eb major
Verse 1
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C
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Yeah, yeah man, I'm the psycho I could do,
C
D
do, do, do, do, do
C
D
Yeah, and I don't tell no man
C
Yeah, yeah
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
C
healing on me ride
D
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
D
They vision they shite,
they pon some snide
Bad wish, it's true that I'm the jet blast,
C
I find me swerve
D
Pack a neat fume like
your red beard herb
Never had no business with
C
fools and small talk
D
Most of the time we grapple
deeper in a thought
That mental bench press,
C
keeps me mind pressed
D
Once we close to request,
F
D
we just might rest
But until short time we stand
C
firm on me level
D
Cause we cool
Man cool, man cool
C
D
The cool as s cool
Man cool
Sha- sha- sha- sha- sha cool
Man cool, cool
C
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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
C
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
C
D
Jump up off the page, bust two back flips
In
Kiss my insides, I'm taken to the different
C
Dimension
D
Where I see galaxies
looking like peas in
A bean
For real, I feel one smidgen of
C
God's magnitude
D
That's a rule every time
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and we won't stop since
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So now I don't see color,
C
I don't see greed
D
All I see is heathens
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,
C
my inclination don't know hesitation
D
As I set my sights on
a blessed transition
Some will never see cause
C
their souls is high
F
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
C
Cause we cool
D
Man fi cool
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
C
Man cool
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C
D
Checkin' through these suspects,
these hectic six dents
For the mans don't value unity
and they don't see sense
C
D
And I don't feel too safe,
whether I dem truth change
Lest I'm okay with my blade
C
and my old crossy chain
We got,
D
fuckheads, crackheads and less
Seems like everyday one of these
fools wanna contest
C
D
Wanna come stare up in my
face like they know me
But they don't know me from
C
Jack, and my face they wanna slap
D
Tools are ambushed rain
down from every angle
The big swathes see me in
C
a stranglehold
D
Steady feastin' on the mental
of the masses
Crampin' up the distribution
C
of the cashes
D
C
I'm tired of the ghetto madness
D
And I got no choice
Butterflex like a natta
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D
Covered in camouflage
I roll through the gutter
Knowing that I'm
J- Blessed
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I'll find me strength
C
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Cause I am cool
Man, if you're cool
Cool
Girl, if you're cool
C
Now start cool
Man, you're cool, y'all
Yo- Woahwoo- Woah
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Wooliowo, analytical
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Sha- Sha- Sha- Sha- Sha- Sha- Phone
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