[ Предположительная тональность: Am ] 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] Am My life, my life F Makes me wanna run away Am F There's no place to go, no place to go Am All the confusion F It's an illusion like a movie Am Got nowhere to go Nowhere to run and hide F No matter how hard I try [Verse I] (same strum and chord pattern as chorus) Am Yeah, 03, I went from back filthy to filthy rich F Man, the emotions change so I can never trust a b!tch Am I tried to help n!ggas get on, they turned around and spit F Right in my face, so Game and Buck, both can suck a d!ck Am Now when you hear 'em it may sound like it's some other sh!t F Cause I'm not writing anymore, they not making hits Am I'm far from perfect, there's so many lessons I done learned F If money is evil look at all the evil I done earned Am I'm doing what I'm supposed to, I'm a writer, I'm a fighter F Entrepreneur, fresh out the sewer, watch me maneuver Am What's it to you? The track I lace it, it's better than basic F This is my recovery, my comeback, kid [Chorus] http://chordsworld.com/ Am My life, my life F Makes me wanna run away Am F There's no place to go, no place to go Am All the confusion F It's an illusion like a movie Am Got nowhere to go Nowhere to run and hide F No matter how hard I try [Verse II] F G Am While you were sipping your own Kool-Aid getting your buzz heavy I was in the f!cking sheds sharpening my machete F G Sipping on some of that revenge juice, getting my taste buds ready E7 F To whoop down this spaghetti, or should I say this spaghett-even? G Am I think you f!cking meatballs keep on just forgetting Thought he was finished, m!therf!cker, it's only the beginning F G E7 He's bugging again, he's straight thugging, f!ck who he's offending He'll rip your vocal chords out and have them b!tches plugged in me Am F M!therf!cking wall with 3000 volts of electricity F Now take the other and dump them then pluck him, motherf!ckers in each G E7 One of your eyesockets cause I thought you might finally f!cking see That'll teach you to go voicing your c!cksuck!ng opinion to me Am I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this sh!t F F F!ck letting up, you're gonna end up regretting you ever betted against me Feels like I'mma snap any minute, yeah G E7 It's happening again, I'm thinking about the same M!ther f!ck everybody that's up in this b!tch, but 50 F G Cause this is all I know, this is why so hard I go Am I swear to God I put my heart and soul into this more than anybody knows F G I'm trapped, so all I do is rap, but everytime I rap I'm more trapped E7 And I rap myself right into this bubble, oh oh, I guess it's bubble wrap F G This is like a vicious cycle, my life's in a crisis Am Christ, how was I supposed to know sh!t would turn up like it did? F G Feels like I'm going psycho again and I might just blow my lid E7 Sh!t, I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kid Cause I'm running in circles with. [Chorus] Am My life, my life F Makes me wanna run away Am F There's no place to go, no place to go Am All the confusion F It's an illusion like a movie Am Got nowhere to go Nowhere to run and hide F No matter how hard I try [Verse III] F G I haven't been this f!cking confused since I was a kid Am Sold like 40 million records, people forgot what I did F G Maybe this is for me, maybe, maybe I'm supposed to go crazy E7 Maybe I'll do it 3 a.m in the morning like Shady F G Psycho killer, Michael Myers, I'm on fire like a lighter Am Tryna say the same classic, get your @ss kicked F Man crook, wrap your head up in plastic G E7 P!ssy, now pick the casket, dirt nap with the maggots Am It's tragic, it's sad it's never gonna end, now we number one again F With that frown on your face, and your heart full of hate F G E7 Accept it, respect it, this a gift God gave me like the air in the lungs And every f!cking thing with it [Chorus] Am My life, my life F Makes me wanna run away Am F There's no place to go, no place to go Am All the confusion F It's an illusion like a movie Am Got nowhere to go Nowhere to run and hide F No matter how hard I try
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