IntroBC#EF#BD#mVerse 1B
Washing out cigarettes in the bathroom
C#
Should probably only give my opinion when I'm asked to
EF#BD#m
I'm really good at telling the half truth but usually only when I have to
B
The money doesn't work, the chain doesn't work
C#
Something broken in my brain, got me praying in the dirt
EF#
Got me stranded in my bed like I'm laying in the hearse
BD#m
And the grass is always greener when you play on astroturf
B
Wonder why my generation poppin' pills and poppin' percs
C#
And got some weed and got some purp and got some bars and got some syurp
EF#
And got some Jordan's on my feet, I went and matched them with my shirt
BD#m
And I just instagrammed them both to show you that I got them first
B
Got a Louis duffel bag, I got my girl a purse
C#
I'm tryna find God through a purchase, I'm not tryna go to church
EF#BD#m
Amen, satan told me not to serve, I only think about myself, I only think about my work
B
I only think about my come-up, capitalism
C#
Look at where we come from, we are what we run from
EF#BD#m
We are why we smoke some, so numb, so numb, so numb
ChorusB
I'm a tell you what you need to know
C#
I'm a tell you what you need to hear
EF#
Cause the truth would be too much
BD#m
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be
B
I'm a tell you what you need to know
C#
I'm a tell you what you need to hear
EF#
Cause the truth would be too much
BD#m
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be
Verse 2
(Chance The Rapper)
BC#EF#BD#mB
I cry when she smile with her eyes closed
C#
I'm already afraid to tight clothes
EF#
I want all her best friends to be white folks
B
I scratched out this line so many times, I can't forget it
D#m
It's fucked up, I almost say it every time that I edit
B
I swear rapping make it easy to lie
C#
But secrets don't make it easy to write
EF#
I met the devil in Manhattan, quickly ended discussion
BD#m
I don't need a thing, he warned of repercussions
B
But I know he come in all forms, that won't be his last visit
C#
Time is moving fast and I'm running with a pair of scissors
EF#
Looking in the mirror like, "Damn that ain't my dad, is it?"
BD#m
He handed the torch but he ain't hold my hand did it?
B
I spent a plenty penny on microphones, many midis
C#
Any of those cities, I put the indie in Windy City
E
Indian giver, Black father, White liar
F#
Right next to Yeezy like Mike Myers
B
Stare at the cue cards, take out the juke parts
D#m
Take out the God references, just leave the cool parts
B
I remember opening for Ben, wasn't no liquor at the show
C#
And now the white girls call me nigga at my show
E
I wish that I could open twice, sit down at the open mic
F#
Go back to the day before I became famous over night
B
I wish that I could open twice, sit down at the open mic
D#m
Go back to the day before I became famous over night
ChorusB
I'm a tell you what you need to know
C#
I'm a tell you what you need to hear
EF#
Cause the truth would be too much
BD#m
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be
B
I'm a tell you what you need to know
C#
I'm a tell you what you need to hear
EF#
Cause the truth would be too much
BD#m
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be
Instrumental break]
BC#EF#BD#mOutro - Macklemore]
B
I'm a tell you what you need to know
C#
I'm a tell you what you need to hear
EF#
Cause the truth would be too much
BD#m
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be
B
I'm a tell you what you need to know
C#
I'm a tell you what you need to hear
EF#
Cause the truth would be too much
BD#m
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be...okay
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