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Capo: 5th Fret || Tuning: EADGBe (standard) Am x02210 C x32010 F 133211 B x23332 G 320033 Bb5 x133xx *Trust me, you don't want to play this without a capo. But if you really want to.. Dm - E-F - C - Bb - C Dm - E-F - C - Bb - Eb I suggest you use power chords. To ease the pain. [Intro] Am - B-C - G - F - G Am - B-C - G - F - Bb5 Am B C G F G Am B C G F Bb5 e|------------------------------------------------| B|-1-----1------------------1-----1---------------| G|-2-----0----0---2-----0---2-----0----0---2----3-| D|-2-----2----0---3-----0---2-----2----0---3----3-| A|-0---2-3----2---3-----2---0---2-3----2---3----1-| E|------------3---1-----3--------------3---1------| [Chorus]
AmMy life, my life Makes me wanna Frun away There's no place to gAmo, no place to Fgo All the confAmusion It's an illusion like a mFovie Got nowhere to Amgo
Nowhere to run and hide
No Fmatter how hard I try [Verse I] (same strum and chord pattern as chorus) Yeah, 0Am3, I went from back filthy to filthy rich Man, the Femotions change so I can never trust a b!tch I tried to Amhelp n!ggas get on, they turned around and spit Right in my Fface, so Game and Buck, both can suck a d!ck Now when you Amhear 'em it may sound like it's some other sh!t Cause I'm not wrFiting anymore, they not making hits I'm far from pAmerfect, there's so many lessons I done learned If money is Fevil look at all the evil I done earned I'm doing wAmhat I'm supposed to, I'm a writer, I'm a fighter EntrepreneFur, fresh out the sewer, watch me maneuver What's it to yoAmu? The track I lace it, it's better than basic FThis is my recovery, my comeback, kid
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AmMy life, my life Makes me wanna Frun away There's no place to gAmo, no place to Fgo All the confAmusion It's an illusion like a mFovie Got nowhere to Amgo
Nowhere to run and hide
No Fmatter how hard I try [Verse II] While you Fwere sipping your own Kool-AiGd getting your buzz heavyAm
I was in the f!cking sheds sharpening my machete
SFipping on some of that revenge juicGe, getting my taste buds ready To E7whoop down this spaghetti, or should I say this spaghett-Feven? I think you f!cking meatGballs keep on just forgettingAm
Thought he was finished, m!therf!cker, it's only the beginning
HFe's bugging again, he's straight Gthugging, f!ck who he's offendingE7 He'll rip your vocal chords out and have them b!tches plugged in me AmM!therf!cking wall with 3000 volts of electricityF Now take the other and dump them then pluck him, motherf!ckers in eachF One of your eyesockets cause I thought you Gmight finally f!cking seeE7
That'll teach you to go voicing your c!cksuck!ng opinion to me
AmI done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this sh!t F!ck letting up,F you’re gonna end up regretting you ever betted against Fme
Feels like I'mma snap any minute, yeah
GIt's happening again, I'm thinking about E7the same M!ther f!ck everybody that's up in this b!tch, but 50 FCause this is all I know, thGis is why so hard I go I swear to AmGod I put my heart and soul into this more than anybody knows I'm trapped,F so all I do is rap, but everyGtime I rap I'm more trapped And I E7rap myself right into this bubble, oh oh, I guess it's bubble wrap FThis is like a vicious cycle, my lGife's in a crisis Christ,Am how was I supposed to know sh!t would turn up like it did? Feels like I'm going Fpsycho again and I might just blow my Glid Sh!t, I almost wish that I would E7have never made Recovery, kid
Cause I'm running in circles with. [Chorus]
AmMy life, my life Makes me wanna Frun away There's no place to gAmo, no place to Fgo All the confAmusion It's an illusion like a mFovie Got nowhere to Amgo
Nowhere to run and hide
No Fmatter how hard I try [Verse III] I Fhaven't been this f!cking confused Gsince I was a kid Sold Amlike 40 million records, people forgot what I did Maybe Fthis is for me, maybe, maybe GI'm supposed to go crazy MayE7be I'll do it 3 a.m in the morning like Shady PsychFo killer, Michael Myers, I'm Gon fire like a lighter TrAmyna say the same classic, get your @ss kicked Man crook, wFrap your head up in plastic PG!ssy, now pick the casket, E7dirt nap with the maggots It's tragic, it's sad it's Amnever gonna end, now we number one again With that frFown on your face, and your heart full of hate FAccept it, respect it, this a gGift God gave me like the aE7ir in the lungs
And every f!cking thing with it [Chorus]
AmMy life, my life Makes me wanna Frun away There's no place to gAmo, no place to Fgo All the confAmusion It's an illusion like a mFovie Got nowhere to Amgo
Nowhere to run and hide
No Fmatter how hard I try