Текст песни с аккордами
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[Intro]
Am7 Bm7 Em7
Am7 Bm7 Em7
[Verse 1]
Am7
I'm workin' on a world premiere
Bm7 Em7
And I could see the world from here
Am7
They ask me where I'm going from here
Bm7 Em7
Shit, anywhere long as the runway is clear
Am7
Shit, music business movin' too fast for me (God damn)
Bm7 Em7
Wishin' I still had Mac wit' me (Yes Lord!)
Am7
How do you tell a nigga slow it down
Bm7
when you livin' just as fast as 'em?
Em7 Am7
I couldn't understand when I seen 'em stretched out cold on the pavement
Bm7 Em7
Niggas catch T-K-O's on occasion
Am7
Wishin' I could save 'em, what was I to say?
Bm7 Em7
I was doin' dates, dippin' in and out of state
Am7
We was goin' in to get away
Bm7 Em7
Sick of feelin' so outta place
Am7
Wishin' I could save ya, what was I to say?
Bm7 Em7
Wishin' I could save ya, but now it's too late
Am7
Now, is this really what I wanted?
Is it really worth the pain?
Bm7 Em7
Now am I really an asshole? Fuck what you say
Am7
Don't do me no favors, let's get back to basics
Bm7 Em7
We live for today, bitch, fuck up out my way, bitch
Am7
I'm losin' all my aces, I'm runnin' outta patience
Bm7 Em7
Got some pretty faces knowin' what my name is
Am7
Up in high places, I got some new neighbors
Bm7 Em7
They don't really say shit but when they see the spaceship
Am7
They just think I rap or some form of entertainment
Bm7 Em7
But they don't know I'm black, young, gifted and amazin'
[Chorus]
Am7 Bm7 Em7
You know I had to close my eyes
Am7 Bm7 Em7
And if I have to free my mind
Am7
I may not have the lane, movin' all along
Bm7 Em7
Knowin' that I can't do it on my own
Am7
And if I got the pain feelin' comin' out
Bm7 Em7
Have to run away, think I'm goin' home
[Verse 2]
Am7
Yeah, you know I'm workin' on a world premiere
Bm7 Em7
And I could see the world from here
Am7
I know you somewhere in the atmosphere
Bm7 Em7
I know someday I'll meet you halfway there (Cheers)
Am7
They say there's nothin' you can do about it
Can't say that I'm new to sorrow
Bm7
Wishin' I could take your problems
Em7
Trade 'em for a little more time wit'chu
Am7
Carry you out the bottom, the weight of the world, I got it
Bm7 Em7
Sprouted wit'chu on my shoulder, the greatest honor to know ya
Am7
I'd gotta be honest wit'cha, I hate you ain't in the picture
Bm7 Em7
I hate all them fake niggas claimin' like they gon' really miss ya
Am7
I know there's no one to blame and maybe the point that I'm missin'
Bm7 Em7
But I needed a minute, just give me a minute
[Chorus]
Am7 Bm7 Em7
You know I had to close my eyes
Am7 Bm7 Em7
And if I have to free my mind
Am7
I may not have the lane, movin' all along
Bm7 Em7
Knowin' that I can't do it on my own
Am7
And if I got the pain feelin' comin' out
Bm7 Em7
Have to run away, think I'm goin' home
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