调:E major
Verse 1
G
Bm
G
Look, I may not be
a Harvard student,
but I'm far from stupid
If I'm foolish,
I'm part Confucius
and proven as losing the spark and
though part true
Whose fault is it if I stoop to
make party music?
Aren't you?
A
Bm
D
The person to blame, never cursing
A
Bm
G
Your verses, you think you perfect
A
G
D
You think them big words
You think you in church
when people who've heard
don't even pray
See these mirror debates
A
G
A
Wait, back to that first statement
Bm
A
You can paint a picture, we in the game
and they love to curve plates
So you never eat
unless you can swing a reverse plate
G
Bm
A
But even if you bet 300,
G
D
Bm
G
Or do pop rocks, lean soda,
Bm
D
A
your thirst waits
learn to make a hit
They walk you like a dog
and send you to first base
I can't, can't, can't,
can't, can't breathe
I can't, can't, can't,
can't, can't breathe
In holy water, no wonder
they try to hold me under longer
It's unimpressive when you
run your mouth
But none of you sell records
Your fans are fair -weather
Now cut it out
G
A
G
D
I've smoked all you 1 ,700
A
G
D
MC s against me,
so it all due respect
95 % I won't even talk to,
though
G
D
A
At my table, everybody too short,
Bm
D
A
y 'all ain't touchin' the flow
that's a no -go
It hit you quicker and like liquor,
I'm goin' in solo
wait for a preacher
to plead in the ozone layer
till they sayin' it's no more
but I lost control around the time
I visualized the loss of souls
dyin' by the po -po
but you so broke,
feelin' lost at home
crossin' domes with a faux -faux
wrong with a hobo
Coughin' song cause he
off the zone for the low -low
And in the midst of this,
I'm supposed to care about this
Ain't Kendrick Lamar's control, no
G
D
A
D
G
I can't, can't, can't, can't,
can't, breathe
And holy water, no wonder
they try to hold me under long arm
G
A
D
Be fore I peddle to who's
the message that he produced
If you do, I'm betting even more
irrelevant is you
He started the conversation,
I'm coughing all in your face
Cause I'm sick of you talking,
it's just me hawking spit
on your grave
to him calling y 'all a disgrace
You run the city, but really,
they put ethanol in my drink
I could never fall,
I'm belonging with Megatron up in space
I pray while tossing grenades
Launching missiles, AKs, pistols,
finished off with a flame
oh no, no hope for escape
I was close to keeping it ghost
be the king of New York
But I'm never bowing,
I'm proud to be
Don the Prince of Detroit
Jor -Teez told him he was
the next thing on his fork
But in the 3 -1 -3,
you ain't even reaching our porch
Drowning
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