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C Cmaj7 C7 Am7 F FmMmm
[Verse]
C Cmaj7I want your germs
C7 Am7Sick is a word
F FmDeath is a state of mind
C Cmaj7Like time
C7 Am7But I'm not, I'm real
FAt least I think
FmDare I say
CYou know cash is king out west
Cmaj7And mattresses open up as often as bugs land on bums
C7Hands on
All hands on deck
Am7We all dyin' out here
FBut I smile out here in the face of death
FmFunny how we all stuck but you can't connect
CAnd everybody looks at you and breaks their neck
And you can't get rest
Cmaj7You can't even get arrested 'cause we all doin' it
"Hawk tuah", get famous
C7Hop to it, get sober
Am7Now Do it, now Do it motherfucker
Man, you got a son
FYou gotta get to it fast, man
You gotta run
FmYou gotta come up with sum'
You better come up with sum'
CSome type of fund, some type of trust
Cmaj7But don’t nobody trust nobody, so what the fuck?
C7So try your hardest, you stale and starvin'
Am7Dyin' artist
FYou mailman, hotel front desk, workin' that same job
Fm CHopin' that same job pays off, but it don't make no difference
Cmaj7So make your livin', make your missus happy
C7 Am7Go down on her, don't fuck around on her
F FmI did, you see how that worked
G G7Can I get a "luya"?
[Chorus]
C Cmaj7Breathing
C7 Am7I wanna help with your breathing
FmI wanna inhabit your safe zone (Safe zone)
G CAh, leaving
Cmaj7I think we’re better off leaving
C7 Am7I wanna travel ya'
[Outro]
F Fm G COoh
C Cmaj7 C7 Am7 F Fm C
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