Chords for BROCKHAMPTON - READY FOR WAR (FROM PUPPY, UNRELEASED)

[Am] _ _ [F] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
[Ab] Lift your [Am] head and _ [F] your mind.
[E] _
_ _ Open up [Am] your [E] eyes and you'll find [Am] you will fly.
_ [C] _ _ [F]
Just move.
_ _ _ Welcome to [E] the real world.
[A] Everybody pray for [F] peace when they don't have the [E] power.
_ Disconnective intellect.
[Am] Know some people [F] packing straps, you would [E] call them cowards.
Some of the illest cheats I ever met.
[Am]
[A] Not on the [E] gangsta shit, not on the paper shit.
Just don't have [C] to provide for my kids [F] and shit.
There's blood on the [A] streets and if [E] I had a dream, I'd do anything [Am] or make mistakes.
The shit that you care [F] about ain't just in moving [E] docks.
_ _ Pack [Am]
them off in body bags and put them [E] _ away from the kids.
[Am] I know good times, [E] bad times, _ but since the [C] _ [F] bad times.
If you [A] got a dream and you [Dm] know what that means, you could do anything. _
[B] Sometimes I think [D] back, boy made fun [Ab] of my lips.
I should have [Dm] thrown a tantrum, but I remain cool because he was way too handsome.
Now [Ab] I'm out in Beverly Hills using the mansion as my [Am] canvas.
I bought [A] a helicopter, [F] threw that bitch on [E] stage.
Arts is money, we ain't throwing away.
[Am] We took that [D] shit, we flip it _ [F] out.
[E] The night we out on the, _ I'm [Am] daylight so we can [E] _ _ _ _ keep [C] it festive.
I move for y [F]'all to the west side, but still got the south in my heart.
They [E] murdered Selena, now them [C] niggas looking for God.
Dressed like [A] a soldier, telling them [Em] they don't know who we are.
[E] _ _ _ _ _ [Am] Big club, I'm a [F] boss, _ _ [E] _ _ nigga, I'm some real shit.
They hate me now, ask the skies to lay me down.
I hear my brother [C] praying now, I really need an angel [D] now.
So type of holy savior, hey yo [N] dad, I need a favor.
If you pick me up later, I'm late, [Am] I'm late.
Exploring through Detroit, fucking soft, full of [E] glory.
This is the rich, this is the realest.
Romanticized the two of [Db] _
[F] _ _ me, I was born as a [E] slave.
The partner with the [A] succulents, the poison, they're in the mix.
[E] I'm tapping time, _ [C] I give up, and the necessities are on my knees.
[F] You can see my [Bm] Macbook pages spinning on to the melody.
[E] The margins round the bend, couldn't keep up with my editing.
[A] I kept that devil in [F] my sights to never [E] fall behind.
That's how we always stay the hell.
The [Am] higher that you climb, the more [E] destructive you're the cloud.
_ _ _ _ [Am] So tell me if [E] you really think it's time [C] _ for me to not prepare,
then I'm on this [F] track.
They shouting hands up, I lay deploying their [E] ballistic.
[F] We're shouting hands up, they kiss with [Am] me, they kiss.
[A] The difference in our legal [Db] story, daily [E] minorities against the identity.
Representing the [Am] glory, a move between the [F] mcCauley.
Clutch my [E] loaferies, boy, try to sit down for me.
It's all for me.
[Am] That's what the forerunners [E] told me, this is not your speed.
While they repeated their beliefs from [C] the Apostles' Creed.
No [D] consistency, I found that life is never good for people.
[C] So looking for an [B] equal, nobody [Am] will believe you.
God didn't give me [F] a penny, I made a [E] million dollars.
I got a code for a father, so I took care of [Am] my mother.
God [F] threw me in fire, I went out [E] with my brothers.
You know the shadow of death, I was [Am] born in it, but now I live [E] in the valley.
God _
[C] gave me depression, God gave [D] us life, but we ain't know it was cursed.
I was [C] hurt as a child, you know I still [E] deal with it.
[Am] Now I'm a grown ass man with immature [F] ass feelings.
[E] All I wanted was money, just to get it and spend it on [Am] strippers and weed.
I don't skip on [F] the liquor, I can't [E] talk to my niggas,
cause [Em] if I say it, it's real, and I ain't ready [Am] to face it.
I've been [E] flirting with Satan, _ been lit like the dance when [C] they naked.
And I throw [Bb] all of my [D] dollars, I throw all of my problems,
to the back of [C] my throat, with the weed [B] smoking kalana,
and [Am] I'm ashamed of myself.
About three days [F] ago, I planned on [E] killing myself.
But I'm still here breathing, you know I'm still here [Am] screaming.
Screaming, [F] fuck that shit, we signed for [E] 15 million,
and [C] I almost missed it, I know that y'all [Am] niggas hear me.
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_ _ [C] _ _ _ Will you [G] still [C] carry me?
[F] _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ [C] My heart, [F] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ my heart, let [Am] your heart, [F] break down on me.
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[B] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
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_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ That's the first song on Puffy, it's called Ready For War. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ It's _ been a rough month, but we're gonna finish the album,
and see _ _ you guys on tour. _ _ _