Tom: G
Intro:
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Gbm E A7M )
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Gbm E A7M )
Gbm
I'm tired of fake fortunes being sold
E
I'm tired of my tires burning rubber on the roads
A7M
Tired of the distance, the lengths that I go to
Trying to get a bit of credit from you
Gbm
Fuck that, real love feels real
E .
A7M Db7
So I don't need to try to synthesize the feel
Gbm
I'm tryna unlock doors with these musical keys
E
My friends puff trees, turn the Z to a
G
A7M Db7
Oh no
Gbm
And all I do is twinkle the ivory keys
E
Indulgently, 'cause I do this for me
A7M Db7
I know
[Refrão]
E Ab7
And it just feels a little bit like
A7M Gbm7
Somebody cut a hole in my pockets
E Ab7
'Cause I've been tryna to do this right
A7M Gbm7
With no profits and the loss I can't stop it
Gbm
And consumption lies at the heart of my bad habits
E
I live in a world where I want but can't have it
A7M Db7
Tell me why that is the way it is
Gbm
I need some real love, to feel real
E A7M Db7
But people all around me still try to leave the ties that feel
Gbm
I'm tryna unlock doors with these musical keys
E
Eventually I smoke a Z to a
G
A7M Db7
Oh no
Gbm
And all I do is twinkle the ivory keys
E
It's no wonder why I make no P's
A7M Db7
I know
E Ab7
And it just feels a little bit like
A7M Gbm7
Somebody cut a hole in my pockets
E Ab7
'Cause I've been tryna to do this right
A7M Gbm7
With no profits and the loss I can't stop it
E Ab7 A7M Gbm7
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
E Ab7
It just feels a little bit like
A7M Gbm7
Somebody cut a hole in my pockets
E Ab7
'Cause I've been tryna to do this right
A7M Gbm7
With no profits and the loss I can't stop it
E Ab7
And it just feels a little bit like
A7M Gbm7
Somebody cut a hole in my pockets
E Ab7
'Cause I've been tryna to do this right
A7M Gbm7
With no profits and the loss I can't stop it
[Final]
E Ab7 A7M Gbm7