lungs The air moving in and out Of your lungs For years I've drifted The math of a divinity That goes on and on The math of a divinity That goes on
loved but now it seems so strange It's all so different I guess everything has to change Johnny 7, now where are you Johnny 7, help me see it through Johnny 7
Capo on 2nd Fret (below are just chord shapes), actual chords are: (F#m=(Em), A=(G), D=(C), E=(D), E7=(D7), Bm=(Am)) Em
't you show me a sign, this time Who else is gonna bring you A broken arrow Who else is gonna bring you A bottle of rain There he goes, moving across
roulette, same eyes, same eyes. Eb F Gm7 American roulette. (After soloing) A D A D Say a
Intro: D5 E5 E E A D E A D E A D E A D It's way up in the Black Hills
way. Chorus: B7 I think I growing, A A7 I've got my own thing goin' E Leave me alone x2 B7 A7 Trouble! Fight! B7 A7 Almost every night. B7 A
't we break the silence Am7 Didn't we fear the storm Am7 Didn't we move the earth Am7 Didn't we shoot for the sky Am7
Am/G D E E Am Am/G D E A5 Am Am Soldier of fortune He's a man of war Just can't remember
obstruction blocks my way C7 I walk down that narrow way G till I can see the light of day C7 shining at the world G C D7
longer better Your in a lot of chedder No matter how Ya look at it bet I can do it better No need for lookin better Like a glass of armmeretter Got a
a jerk) Why you trippin I ain't even do nothin(your a jerk) I'm a jerk you ain't neva lie But aye do me a favor call me jerk one more time(your a jerk
A picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture Third album, same focus, my intent is to get richer I'm with my dirty Jazze Phizzle, he yieldin' that instrumental You is a
Kick back watch it crumble See the drowning, watch the fall I feel just terrible about it That's sarcasm, let it burn Gonna make a toast when it falls
I like House But i love Grime I like Soul I like Rock I like Jazz But i love Grime Verse 3: im a grime man part of a grime a gang they think grime
't know Now homie I say I run it, run it 'cause I'm in control Hypnotiq, Hennessey, a couple shots of Patron I have you feelin' aight, I get you **** as a
to run up on me Thinkin you gon try me Shit in a bag Drinkin through a IV So appreciate ya breath While you got some left Ya life's a bitch They got permanent
run up on me Thinkin you gon try me sh*t in a bag Drinkin through a IV So appreciate ya breath While you got some left Ya life's a bi*ch They got permanent
