Tonart: A minor
Verse 1
Em
I know you don't love me,
and there may be someone else.
Am
And as I sit alone here at home,
Em
knowing what I should do,
Am
Em
I find I can't stay away from you.
Am
Em
I can't stay away from you.
You know I can't stay away, baby.
Am
Em
No, I can't stay away from you.
C
It's part two, though. Y 'all ready?
Em
Bm
Am
And I live in my groove
Em
Am
And I can't stay away from you
Em
Am
Uh, uh, hittin' the stove,
whippin' that hoe
Em
It was a brick and the windows were cold
Am
Till I did this and the temperature rose
Em
I'ma do this till I'm fifty years old
Am
But I've been winnin'
since twenty years old
I'm tryna tell her I'm really in him
Em
I ain't that nigga you think that you know
I got a clip with unlimited flows
Am
Even a dealer won't get me to fold
Em
All of you spitters are
gettin' exposed
Am
Whenever I get into lyrical mode
Em
I should've did this and sent it to Hov
Am
Sent it to Kendrick or sent it to Cole
Em
Am
Sent it to Drizzy and went OVO
Em
The rest of these niggas,
I'm hearing the trolls
You know how I'm on it, hard to ignore it
Am
I've been performing
and it really shows
Em
Know what I mean when I say I perform
Am
Cause I ain't been touring
and hitting the road
Em
I'm in the foreign, she think I'm in gold
Am
I'm a New Yorker, I'm swift with my toes
Em
Am
I put them broads in the liberty pose
but I'm picking our road, whoa
I'm too great to ever stay away
Shaking bacon like an 808
So the neighbors gotta stay awake the GPS,
know, I've been around
and you haters better make a way
Am
I don't expect for you to get it. Now.
Em
Am
Em
You'll get it later like it's layaway later
Am
Em
Am
C
Em
Bm
Am
Em
Am
Em
Don't hand him a mic,
Am
he might turn Hannibal black
Then my hands always ran in the fight,
Am
Handsome as ever, my leather pen always
Jeff Hamilton nice
Am
niggas think I'm in a pizza shop
And I'm demanding a slice
Em
Am
Homie ain't run for no team,
but when this shit crack
Em
And I know homie ran for his life,
uh, uh
Am
Kitchens and pots, I had the cane
and like fifth in my spot
Em
I know some painters
will come to your crib
Am
Em
And put your blood on every picture you got
I got a stomach, you remember Pac
Am
Jump in the crowd if you with me or not
Em
Am
I'ma look richer whenever you see me
Em
I'm looking for niggas,
they not in these spots
Niggas is not on these cabs,
Am
they probably outside
tied up with the bouncers
I'm just with my accountant
that shit right out of Fountain
Em
Blame it at Heathrow,
going off that East Coast
Am
I feel like I'm about to
jump off a mountain
Pulled up with Ryder, I don't got a writer
Em
Just trying to keep my name
up off them indictments
Am
Em
Free YSL,
I done spent so much on Saint Laurent
Am
Em
I need free YSL, we high as hell
Method and Reggie, if we kill a witness,
nobody can tell
Talkin' to Doc, that was my cousin
Am
They killed him on Easter,
Am
I'm from the trenches,
had holes in my socks
Em
This life is a dick,
I don't know when to stop
Am
Em
We know how they plot, bro
Am
Em
Can't stay away from you
Am
Em
No No, I can't stay away from you
Am
C
No Oh, I know you're no good
Em
Bm
Am
And I'd leave if I could
Em
Am
Yet I can't stay away from you
Outro 1
Em
Am
Em
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Em
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Em
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