Chords for BERSERK // $uicideboy$ - DO YOU BELIEVE IN GOD? O PANA!

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_ [F] I, Japan, [E] now you see how it's like to [E] play games.
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_ Pull [C] it up, with a pump,
Sons that'll make you suck!
Drums keep me up.
Wake up in the morning to the pop song.
[D] Bitches fuck the population.
Mind your shit, my basement.
You're the duck [Em] for sake.
Watch bitches [D] fornication.
Loose up a bezel, but safe.
Triple six D, my language.
Smoking on [Em] something that's flamin'.
Shooting up something that's tiny.
[C] Rain drops cover [Em] my good locks.
[C] 21-7, stand red ops.
Mic in my [Em] face, tatted where the tear drop.
Shell shocked, leave your bodies on the sidewalk.
Six days [B] to my death
on the 7 [F] MBB.
Lower level, dwelling now the devil.
[C] Rocking FD paint.
Rupi said, drag the deviant.
Watch his breath, the stage.
Rebel brittle on his [Em] body,
body hanging off the spring.
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We got a man in a five-star
feeling like the hurt.
We got a man that's either [G] looking for poison in the dirt.
We got a man that doesn't [D] flirt. _
We got a motherfucking hot dog
caught up in the thirst.
We got a broken [G] up, they want to take him back to church.
He's bloody fucked up his skirt.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] I'm sick of it.
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_ _ [F] _ _ _ [E] I'm sick of it.
_ [F] _ _ I'm sick of [F#] it. _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [E] I'm sick of it.
I'm [F] sick of it.
I'm sick of it.
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_ _ [F] _ _ I'm sick [E] _
of it.
I'm [F] sick of it.
I'm sick of it.
I'm sick of it.
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_ _ [A] I'm _ _ [F#] _ _
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sick _ [Am] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ [F] of it.
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_ _ [F] I'm sick of it.
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And if nobody's cracking up, [F] you can let the curtains down now.
Yeah.
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I'll wind up a dollar, ain't [F] no tomorrow.
Mr.
Garfield's sick, I won't sit in the gown house.
I just bought ten boxes called a body dinner.
_ [F#] Chronic place for something.
Mom like, fuck it, let me.
_ [E] Rolling down your block,
it ain't [F] shit for the center.
[F#] Told that bitch get out my dish,
[F] she need a jillet.
_ [E] Xanax bars up in my [F] drink,
before I pour one.
[F#] We never fuck with you.
If a boy [F] don't act like you can,
[E] take that mother fucking [F] bed
upside your skull.
[F#] So pullin' them drugs,
I might throw [F] up a new one soon.
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_ _ [F] _ _ _ [E] I'm sick of it.
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_ _ [F] _ _ _ [E] I'm sick of it.
I'm [F] sick of it.
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I'm [F] sick of it.
I'm sick of [C#] it.
I'm sick of it.
_ [D] I'm sick of it.
I'm sick of it.
I'm sick of it.
I'm sick of it.
[D#] _ _ I'm sick of it.
I'm sick [G#] of it.
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