Tonalité : D# minor
Verse 1
Am
C
F
It ain't always unreal,
Em
see the rain
Am
What happens when,
C
Dm
what you used to hold on to,
Am
doesn't want to let you go
F
It ain't always unreal,
Em
Am
C
I see the rain
Dm
Am
For real, cellophane on
the package,
C
carry on baggage,
Dm
Am
smellin' like cabbage, Mac 9 -0,
Dm
Full metal jackets tray full of ashes
C
Am
pray for the savage chrome on the grill
and the wheels black truck wind
C
deals half up with
Dm
The tents on rocking like Flintstone
Am
s pistol cock got the info system
Dm
Not got the lynch on pot
Am
got my sense gone one thing
on my mind
C
And that's the bread homie,
Dm
and if it ain't that then it's
Am
the dead homies
I pray that the angels to fly me away.
Dm
C
I get so faded I'm able to cry
Am
and J to survive in the land
C
You gotta hide from the cam
Dm
Am
and ride for the fam white for the gutter
35 for the gram and
Dm
we might get the butter,
C
Am
Em
F
Em
Am
but we die in the jam
C
Dm
Am
Em
F
Em
Am
C
Dm
Ay, ay, for real
Am
Same clothes one week,
C
same hoes compete for my top spot
Dm
Treat em like hopscotch,
Am
make em drop rock on a hot block
Dm
Then I got her in a miniskirt,
C
bobbin' till my chimney hurt
Am
Just another sidekick in my hideaway,
C
why should I trip?
Dm
I'll probably die today,
Am
I keep thinkin' when my tech shootin'
Dm
If my momma knew this when
she was pregnant,
C
Am
dawg, I bet she woulda kept tootin'
Then she coulda miscarried a bloodstain,
I understood it so I married the blood gang.
I love rain, cause it covers a thug's pain.
Dm
C
I hug Kane, cause I'm stuck
in the drug game.
Am
Probably get cracked and tossed,
like the homie, right?
C
Dm
Either that or get offed on a phony play.
Am
Dumb clout,
but I'm lost in a lonely day.
Dm
And I want out,
C
Am
but my coffin's the only way. Oh.
Em
F
Em
And it always doesn't mat ter.
Am
Sometimes you get wet,
sometimes you
C
Dm
You'd be surprised the hold up you could
Am
Em
F
Em
have.
Am
G
C
Dm
And mama,
Am
promise wasn't tryna be a psycho
C
Gotta keep it honest,
Dm
I'm too blind to see the light though
Am
Ice cold veins,
hid behind my ice cold chains
Dm
Insecure, I guess that's why
C
Am
I like those thangs
The more I gain fame,
the better I feel
C
I'm so in pain, man,
Dm
Am
but never I heal, for
Ain't enough liquor in the planet
Dm
for me to drink
C
For me to think a nigga ain't abandoned,
Am
I can 't stand it
I used to be an innocent kid,
C
Dm
now look at what a menace he is
Am
Look what all the bread,
all the work,
all the dead, all the dirt
Dm
All the meds, all the hurt,
C
and the Hennessy did
Am
Left me all burnt and bare,
worse for wear
C
A slave to the streets,
Dm
too cursed to care
Am
And I longed for the days
I could cry back tears
Dm
But my songs from the grave,
Am
Dm
Am
Em
F
I died last year
C
Em
Am
C
Dm
Am
Em
F
It ain't no way, yeah, yeah, oh, oh,
Em
Am
oh, no, no,
G
C
Dm
Am
C
F
C
Em
Am
no, no,
G
C
no, no, no,
Dm
Am
Oh, don't let us get away, no
F
C
Em
Am
Always on the mend
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