Chords for Ab-Soul - Gone Insane Music Video

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Doh Burger!
Uh-huh.
_ [D#] Call [C#m] Jeremy. _
I'm trying, man.
_ _ I feel like I'm affiliated with the Illuminati, yeah.
All see and fuckin' nod, this is [E] your enlightenment.
[C#m] I'm lighting this fire, my supplier always like to gas.
Higher than I've ever been, these heights are mighty frightening.
And your hands up as if you want stripes like lightning.
And don't shoot, you can't fight a Viking [D#m] on Viking, [C#m] can you?
I would say, I'm a Viking.
I would like to see you try it then.
I be eating rappers, that's the only way I'm biting them.
That was yummy, yummy, dummy, dummy, nothing funny, funny.
Give a bitch some sippy, sippy, then I [G#m] get some sucky, [C#m] sucky, sucky, sucky now.
Think the nigga must be lucky, lucky.
She's such a doll, I guess that makes me chucky.
What's up with y'all other than nothing at all?
Bitches licking my balls, you ain't nothing at all.
You ain't nothing at all.
Neither am I, heaven's a better place.
I hope you're not a bitch.
I think I'm Jimmy Hendrix, I think I'm Kurt Cobain.
I think I'm John Lennon, gone insane.
Someone take this gun before I blow out my brain.
Bang, abso, and AYIO.
Grab a beat, grab your dick, pop a flip and have a sip.
Smoke a blunt, pop a pill.
Party every single night, mingle with a nigga.
White, we all go, we all go.
_ Life's a bitch, and she won't let me hit.
So I just masturbate to her [G#m] naked flicks.
[C#m] I got changed for a dollar, but I think I'm making sense.
I do resemble my father, but do I really know I'm his?
Sometimes I like to go on a tangent of random shit.
Stay with a blackened mouth and a handful of acid tips.
Skywalker in the blood, Darth Vader in the cup.
You don't get lifted without [C#m] love, you're elevated stuff.
I never gave a fuck, my name never came up.
But now that I done came up, I think [G#m] I'm Kane.
Turn [C#m] that quote, punch a punch.
_ _ _ I'm on some other shit.
Black hippie ho, yippie ki-yay, yippie ki-yo.
Tilt your head to see me in the sky.
Heaven's a better place, I hope you want to.
I think I'm Jimmy Hendrix, I think I'm Kurt Cobain.
I think I'm John Lennon, gone insane.
Someone take this gun before I blow out my brain.
Abso, and abso, and AYIO. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ I'm a famous model, full Gloria Valez.
Lusting for Cubana's culo, you know what it is.
I think I'm Jimmy Hendrix, experience my fate.
All I'm missing is a band of gypsies [G#m] and suburban [C#m] haze.
But now it's OG Kush and aero-instrumentals.
No need to insinuate, miss me with it in the window.
Your outlook's lousy, someone needs a new window.
I'm a win, I just don't know when though.
You bimbos know what you in for, some info to make you exercise your mental.
A seed small as my pinky could be a weeping willow.
I'm so ill, I'm held hostage at a hospital.
Doing it big like Not Little.
We see voter revolution when it's televised.
Heaven's a better [C#] place, I hope you all [C#m] die.
I think I'm Jimmy Hendrix, I think I'm Kurt Cobain.
I think I'm John Lennon, gone insane.
Someone take this gun before I blow out my brain.
Abso, and AYIO.
Grab a finger, grab your dick, pop a fifth and half a sixth, smoke a blunt, pop a pill.
[C#] We [C#m] go party every single night, bingo with a nigga, white dog gone, we all gone. _ _
Igness shit, ha ha.
_ _ [G#m] [C#m] Solo. _
_ AQ tell him we do this hippie shit though.
Ay, ay, ay, how the fuck one of you niggas ashin' my activist? _ _ _ _ _
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