Sideline Story Akkorde von
J. Cole
J. Cole

N/A16 Aufrufe
Tonart: F minor
Verse 1
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Em
I put my heart and soul in this game,
I'm feelin' drained
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Unappreciated, unalleviated
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Tired of comin' up short,
fuck abbreviated
Want my whole name spelled out,
my own pain spilled out
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Am
No pain, no gain, I blow brains,
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C
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Cobain
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B
Throw flames, Liu Kang, the coach ain't help out,
Em
Em
so I call my own shots
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I'm David Blaine, I'm breakin' out of my own box,
you stay the same
Em
Em
But homie if you change,
may you change for the better
Back when Martin King had
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a thing for Coretta
Wonder if she seen all the dreams
he was dreamin'
Did she have a clue of all
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the schemes he was schemin'
Still loved him just enough to put
up with the cheatin'
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Months go by and only
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see him for a weekend
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Em
I say a prayer, hope my girl ain't leavin'
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Em
Em
We all got angels, we all got demons
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Am
As you fall through the club
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C
Bad bitches down to do all the above
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Am
Money comes fast so bein'
hungry don't last
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'Til you look in the mirror and
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B
you saw who you was
Em
Em
Cole World,
it couldn't be more clearer
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C
The time is now,
couldn't be more her- er
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My reign gonna last like 3- 4 eras
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Say hello to the real,
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B
Em
Em
I can be your hero
Verse 2
Em
Em
Hey, I'ma put us all on the map
Gone and I ain't lookin' back
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Bm
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C
I know they gon' feel it like
they tank on E
I promise baby,
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B
C
C
you can bet the bank on me
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Am
'Cause can't nobody tell me what
I ain't gonna be no more
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You thinking I'ma fall,
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B
Em
Em
don't be so sure
I wish somebody made guidelines
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B
On how to get up off the sidelines
Verse 3
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Em
Up in first class,
laugh even though it's not funny
See a white man wonder how
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the fuck I got money
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C
While he sit in coach,
hate to see me walk past 'em
Young, black, pants sag,
headphones blastin'
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Am
Know what he askin',
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C
"how did he manage?"
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"With all the cards against him, he
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used them to his advantage!"
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Em
Slang we be speakin' probably
soundin' like Spanish
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Then I fuck they heads up when
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G
Em
Em
a nigga show manners
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Am
Some New York niggas thought it was
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C
funny callin' us 'Bama
Laughin' at the grammar 'cause
they didn't understand us
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Am
Must've thought we slow,
but little do they know
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I came up in here to take ad vantage
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B
of that shit y'all take for granted
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Em
Opportunity that I would kill for
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C
Lookin' at rappers like "what the
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Am
fuck you got a deal for"
When I was ass out with my
funds low
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It's nice to know I had the whole
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B
Em
Em
world at my front door
Verse 4
Em
Em
Hey, I'ma put us all on the map
Gone and I ain't lookin' back
Bm
Bm
C
C
I know they gon' feel it like
they tank on E
I promise baby,
you can bet the bank on me
Am
Am
'Cause can't nobody tell me what
I ain't gonna be no more
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You thinking I'ma fall,
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B
Em
Em
don't be so sure
I wish somebody made guidelines
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C
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B
On how to get up off the sidelines
Verse 5
Em
Em
I made it to the rack,
even though they tried to box me out
I got the key to the game,
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C
they tried to lock me out
But what they don't understand
is this is all plan
It's a bigger picture and you can't
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Am
photoshop me out
Some nigga ask me why
Jay never shout me out
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B
Like I'm supposed to give a fuck
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Em
Don't you know that I be out in France
Where the fans throw they hands
like Pacquiao
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Not 'cause my looks,
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G
Em
Em
'cause my hooks could knock Rocky out
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And my lines is designed
from the heart
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Young Simba been a lion from the start
Dumb nigga's,
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Am
y'all been lyin from the start
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My life's like a movie, truly
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And these niggas is dyin' for the part
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Em
But, you'll never play me like
LeBron vs. Jordan
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C
Twenty years, wonder who they
gon' say was more important
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Am
Both changed the game,
came through and made a lane
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Who's to say that who's greater, all we know,
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Em
they ain't the same
Verse 6
Em
Em
Hey, I'ma put us all on the map
Gone and I ain't lookin' back
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G
C
C
I know they gon' feel it like
they tank on E
I promise baby,
you can bet the bank on me
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B
Am
Am
'Cause can't nobody tell me what
I ain't gonna be no more
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You thinking I'ma fall,
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B
Em
Em
don't be so sure
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I wish somebody made guidelines
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G
Em
Em
On how to get up off the sidelines
Outro 1
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