Chords
Interlude Thats Love

Key: B

Introduction:

difficulty
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G-  C-  Am  
Bb  
What's good good?
F  
And what's good evil?
C  
And what's good gangstas?
Dm  
And what's good people?
Bb                                                                                                         F  
And whys God's phone die every time that I call on Him?
C                                                                                                            Dm  
If his son had a Twitter wonder if I would follow him
Bb                                                                         F  
Swallow them synonyms like cinnamon Cinnabon
C                                                                                            Dm  
Keep all them sentiments down to a minimum
Bb                                                                                    F  
Studious Gluteus Maxim models is sending him
C                                                                                      Dm  
Pics of they genitalia tallied up ten of em
Bb                                                                                      F  
I slurped too many pain-kills, downing em off a lot
C                                                                                            Dm  
I got a lot off days but it ain't often that I'm off the clock
Bb  
Ya'know I mean?
F  
I got the Chicago Blues
C                                                                                                    Dm  
We invented rock before the Stones got through
Bb                                                                                      F  
We just aiming back cause the cops shot you
C                                                                              Dm  
Buck buck bang bang, yelling "Fuck Fox News!"
Bb                                                         F  
Booyaka buckle up, mothafuck ops too
C                                                                                            Dm  
Ain't no knuckling up em young cause it just not cool
G                                      Bm  
Nice to see you Father New Year
C                                    G  
Middle finger Uncle Samuel
G                                      Bm  
Shooting death with weighted dice
C                                    G  
And hitting stains on birthday candles
G                                      Bm  
I know somebody, somebody loves my ass
C                                    G  
Cause they help me beat my demons ass
G                              C                      Am  
Everybody's somebody's everything
G  
I know you right
G                      C  
Nobody's nothing
G  
That's right
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Bb                                                              F  
I used to tell hoes I was dark light or off white
C                                                                                            Dm  
But I'd fight if a nigga said that I talk white
Bb  
And both my parents was black
F  
But they saw it fit that I talk right
C  
With my drawers hid but
Dm  
My hard head stayed in the clouds like a lost kite
Bb                                                                    F  
But gravity had me up in a submission hold
C                                                                                            Dm  
Like I'm dancing with the Devil with two left feet and I'm pigeon toed
Bb                                                                                            F  
In two small point ballet shoes with a missing sole
C  
And two missing toes
Dm  
But it's love like Cupid kissing a mistletoe
G                                      Bm  
Nice to see you Father New Year
C                                    G  
Middle finger Uncle Samuel
G                                      Bm  
Shooting death with weighted dice
C                                    G  
And hitting stains on birthday candles
G                                      Bm  
I know somebody, somebody loves my ass
C                                    G  
Cause they help me beat my demons ass
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Bb                                                                                                            F  
Like Cassius ducking the draft and now the fight is over
C                                                                                                              Dm  
The type to love from a distance not the type that told her
Bb                                                                                                            F  
Spent three days on the rap, trash it and type it over
C                                                                                                              Dm  
With babies on the block under arms like fighting odors
Bb  
Coppers and quotas
F  
Hold ya head like 2Pac had taught
C  
Obviously they are on a come up
                                Dm  
With better chances tobogganing in the fucking summer
Bb                                                                                                            F  
Concoctions for the bad days and a condom for the good ones
C  
All odds against we tryna get lucky
Dm  
Doper than Nucky
Bb                                                                                 F  
You're ending happy that's only a tuggy
Dm                                                                 C  
Like Satan masturbating shit come hot
Bb  
But y'all still love me ugh
F  
How father time a deadbeat
C  
Maybe I'm adopted
Dm  
That'll explain why all of my shit been so timeless
G                              C                      Am  
Everybody's somebody's everything
G  
I know you right
G                      C  
Nobody's nothing
G  
That's right
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