Tonart: C# minor
Verse 1
Am
Em
Am
La la, la la, la la la la la,
Am
Em
I can't help myself when I'm alone
Em
G
Am
All the trouble in my life,
It's like there's no end
Em
I had to pull guns on my old friends
Am
Fuck that, I mean my old friends
Em
Why I turn right makes no sense
Am
All the trouble in my life,
it's like there's no end
Em
I had to pull guns on my old friends
Am
Fuck that, I mean my old friends
Em
G
Why I turn right, it makes no sense
I know what pressure is
Em
Knickings coming under my door,
no letters did
Am
Free Ryan Mackie's double
catty with a terrorist
Em
My dad killed himself in a cell,
Am
that's some heavy shit
Any jail that I went, I terrored it
Em
All my life been getting nicked
Am
Robberies and kidnaps,
that's how I was getting it
G
told them rats that they're getting it
Am
Running through his gaff,
I was letting rip
Em
Me and Cain was getting pissed,
eight fucking shootings
Em
Took heavy risks, tried bedding kids
G
Am
So respect your little pricks
cause you never did
Em
No therapist, heavy spliffs and melodies
Am
I'm feeling like I never lived
So think about what you're starting
Em
Am
You forgot about me in your garden
Little Jordan, big shotty discharging
Em
Shootin' through the windows
with his kids and his marin
I ain't movin' half -hearted
Em
G
Gave my big bro 17 years free hackin'
Am
All the trouble in my life,
it's like there's no end
Em
I had to pull guns on my old friends
Am
Fuck that, I mean my old friends
Em
Why I turn right, it makes no sense
Am
All the trouble in my life,
it's like there's no end
Em
I had to pull guns on my old friends
Am
Fuck that, I mean my old friends
Em
G
Why I turn right, it makes no sense
dunno how the road ends
Em
I've had to back guns and shanks
I thank God, we was never
G
Am
Couple old guns hidden in our old Benz
I love mummy car,
mummy always prays for man
Em
You little fake cuties,
Am
I can never shake your hand
My little jiggers just making
Brothers buy burners
G
but they don't even make em bang
Am
When that strap bursts,
brothers get mad bird
Em
Mummy followed that hearse,
Am
facts in my rap verse
Em
When I find out you're two -faced,
G
I was thinking what face
Imagine thirty years inside a cell,
Em
till my brother had the pain,
I told my youngin don't shot guns,
Em
you can get shot by the gun
that you tryna sell
Am
All the trouble in my life,
it's like there's no end
Em
I had to pull guns on my own friends
Am
Fuck that, I mean my old friends,
Em
why I turn right, it makes no sense
Am
All the trouble in my life,
it's like there's no end
Em
I had to pull guns on my old friends
Am
Fuck that, I mean my old friends
Em
G
Em
Am
Em
Am
That's I turn right, it makes no sense
Em
G
Am
Em
Am
Em
G
Am
Em
Am
Em
Am
Em
Am
Em
Am
Thanks for guys!
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