Tonalité : G minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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How the trip never stops
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On and on, it's beyond insane
Em
Why I set myself up
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D
In a raging sea of flames?
Interlude 1
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Em
You're fit ta learn the proper
Verse 2
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meaning of a beatdown
Em
Am
Madness chaos in the brain
Em
Let my blood flow,
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E
make my blood flow through you mane
Am
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Em
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Em
You got no business questioning a thang
Interlude 2
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Never not
Verse 3
on it,
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leanin' so hard you're ashamed
You can't dismiss this sick
transmission huffs your brain
Exhale your will and forget
I ever knew you
Fuck do you do?
Fuck a man wit hips for hulu
Am
Rack a snitch chalk and cue you
D
Corner pocket consume you
Am
D
Too many hoes in my
Am
Too many hoes in my muthafuckin' meal
A
D
Askin' if I know how
a muthafucka feels
How a muthafucka feels
Am
D
Slit them, choke, flip them boat
Dead bitch float swollen corpse
No remorse navigated off course
Of course I can make you scream
but if you ask for more
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Bullshit matador grab the floor
whip it cracked to all fours
You whimper while I check my phone
Em
E
Who's next assassin roam
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Music drifts, I have no home
D
Choose this life,
Interlude 3
you're on your own
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Em
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Em
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Verse 4
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You're fit ta learn the proper
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meaning of a beatdown
Em
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Madness chaos in the brain
Em
Let my blood flow,
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make my blood flow through you mane
Em
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Em
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You got no business questioning
Em
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a thang
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Em
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Swallowed way
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Em
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too much
Em
Couldn't handle it, I fell
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Em
Down a spiral staircase winding
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Em
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ta hell
Interlude 4
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Verse 5
D
Fuck it, now I can't quit,
will never be the same
I got that attitude, you got no thang
I'm fit ta hurt you,
Am
D
gives a fuck about the way I move weight
Dark matter flu state of consciousness
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Blew straight through, you won't do shit
Am
D
But beg me to do this
Again and again and again and again
Strangler clutch sine wave deconstruct
My way or no way bangin'
hey makin' lust
Lucid nut shake, shake it up
Booyakah
You're a bitch made to be crushed
A
D
Came like what now you crave my touch
Em
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Em
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Flat busted on front street
E
F
cake cuppin'
Say you wasn't lion mane
I done been done with tame
Headhunter fuck the fame
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Em
Switch lanin' ripper slangin'
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Hit me nuclear wind at my back
Em
E
Smokin' goldfish at the photo mat
Em
Load my clap-clap can't can't
trust 'em, never did
What it is
F
You're fit ta learn the
Verse 6
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proper
D
meanin' of a beatdown
Am
Madness chaos in the brain
F
Let my blood,
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flow make my blood flow through you mane
Em
You got no business questioning a thang
Outro 1
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