Bomb the Music Industry - Cold chillin cold chillin

^GCold face, ^Ccold legs. ^EmWalk three blocks and pay two ^Cbucks. ^GOne ^G/F#bold si^Bbgn: In^Cterference on the li^Gne,

waiting tw^Centy minutes t^Gime^G/F# every ti^Emme. ^{D G}Transfer at B^Cedford, tw^Ementy more Manhattan ^Cbound,

^Gten ^G/F#billion k^Bbids. I^C am happy with my fl^Gaws. ^CI am happier w^Ghen n^G/F#o one is ^Emaround, is ^Daround

And ^Ceverybody looks around to ^Gblame our Brooklyn burning down On w^Chite kids, hipsters, students but we^G act like we’re not one of them.

It’^Cs easy. Just use your eyes to judge an^Gd go back to y^G/F#our powder^Em drugs.^D

^GI’m no b^Cetter.^Em Smile while pushing through the^C crowd, “A^G roun^G/F#d for fr^Bbiends.” Find^C a corner at t^Ghe bar.

^CAberrations in a r^Deal confusing t^Gown.