Chords for fake ass gold - DEMONDICE
Tempo:
92.95 bpm
Chords used:
A
C#m
G#m
B
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#] When I feel like dying, then I start rhyming.
Is that too cringe?
Fuck it man, just hit the keys.
[C#m]
[B] [C#m] [A]
[G#m] [C#m] Nice.
Now the clap.
[A] Woo!
[B] [A] Alright, alright!
[A] [G#m] [C#m] [F#m] [C#m]
[B] [A] [B] [A]
I [G#m] think I got [C#m] something.
[F#m] Here we [C#m] go.
Little footsteps immortalized, history's cement.
The horrors [C] will always come true, unless you got [G#m] more than intent.
You start [A] in the absent, poorly written, there's no way to [E] repent.
You think to improvise and rise and check out, far you don't went.
You rivalize on the prize, you dive and keep the submissive vibe.
That ruthless ocean of constant motion, of kids with bones and emotive,
[A] old and broken, stolen, most missed, that the [F] shots throw in the towel before the magnum opus.
The speed of the [C#m] climbers, keeping young minds whole.
Passive rhymes are still landmines, the front lines, the war zone known as postmodern [B] times.
The heart of [A] pennies and dimes and nickels, common [G#m] sense.
If young and [C#m] searching for more, become a living expense.
The world's a nasty place to have these faces painted on [B] masks.
And if you [C#m] say it [B] unironically, the internet [A] laughs.
The straight and narrow isn't fair, the gods and moons lose [G#m] paths.
I might choose to [C#m] heckle myself, the method ain't special, it's meh, you know.
Ride, get reckless, what's your [A] wisdom?
You had your [B] bitches, then you kiss them [A] goodbye.
For lies, and by right [G#m] skies, rolling [F#m] dice will never roll.
[C#m] This will not fix us, [A] don't doubt a thousand [B] miles.
From a hollowed [A] home, I'll shout, thrive, survive, to our [G#m] lives.
[F#m] Thanks, [C#m] bye.
Projection sensitive, inventive kid, a cry to she [F#] make.
I was defensive, sat creative, planned an [C#m] open escape.
Fuck, raped, [A] blooders, I'm the nut, invented [C#] space, you will hate.
Why should it alarm you, suddenly [E] karma hit me, smack in the face.
Survival, suddenly in panic, but send it, the wax will panic.
And [F#] damn it, I almost had it, but granted, life never goes [D] out of your planet.
I couldn't stand it, and never could [C#m] hand it.
You're the only souls emboldening me here on this planet.
Mistake after mistake, if I'm the victim, let me [G#m] take it.
Toward the [C#m] spirit, share it for me, fear it made me a snake.
[A] I put my share of shame to rest, but it fills my own [G#m] coffin.
Now should I [C#m] paid you what I owed you, and said thank you more often?
God forgive me if the shit outlives me, damn it, just my
Heroculous and perfect journey, yeah, that's music, alright.
[G#m] Still I [A] refuse to lose my foot, and we ain't even at [G#m] half time.
Cause [C#m] the proof's in what you put in, better be special, it's math, right?
Ragged and reckless, what's your [A] wisdom?
You had your bitches, [B] then you kissed them [A] goodbye.
For lies, that's why bright [G#m] skies [C#] [F#m] [C#m] rise.
I took this road, and I'll stick since [A] no doubt.
A thousand [B] miles from a hollowed [A] home.
I'll shout, ride, survive, you are alive.
[G#m] [F#m] [C#m] And there will be mistakes, and there will be days of sorrow.
And I will be knowing better, then I will be at the morrow.
Now our road is loaded with silver and gold.
It's just the treasure that you make for you.
And there'll still be minor bullets to kill.
Along the way you could feel yourself, but later be real.
Be on your way, cause life's tough, but love, well, nothing's enough.
Could be the treasure that you make for you.
I took this road, and I'll stick since no [A] doubt.
A thousand miles from a [B] hollowed [A] home.
I'll shout, ride, survive, you are [G#m] alive.
Don't let them [C#m] sell you two, and [F#m] two makes [C#m] five.
And there will be mistakes, and there will be days of [A] sorrow.
And I will be knowing [B] better, then I will be at the [A] morrow.
Now our road is loaded with silver and [G#m] gold.
It's just the [C#m] treasure that you make for you.
Is that too cringe?
Fuck it man, just hit the keys.
[C#m]
[B] [C#m] [A]
[G#m] [C#m] Nice.
Now the clap.
[A] Woo!
[B] [A] Alright, alright!
[A] [G#m] [C#m] [F#m] [C#m]
[B] [A] [B] [A]
I [G#m] think I got [C#m] something.
[F#m] Here we [C#m] go.
Little footsteps immortalized, history's cement.
The horrors [C] will always come true, unless you got [G#m] more than intent.
You start [A] in the absent, poorly written, there's no way to [E] repent.
You think to improvise and rise and check out, far you don't went.
You rivalize on the prize, you dive and keep the submissive vibe.
That ruthless ocean of constant motion, of kids with bones and emotive,
[A] old and broken, stolen, most missed, that the [F] shots throw in the towel before the magnum opus.
The speed of the [C#m] climbers, keeping young minds whole.
Passive rhymes are still landmines, the front lines, the war zone known as postmodern [B] times.
The heart of [A] pennies and dimes and nickels, common [G#m] sense.
If young and [C#m] searching for more, become a living expense.
The world's a nasty place to have these faces painted on [B] masks.
And if you [C#m] say it [B] unironically, the internet [A] laughs.
The straight and narrow isn't fair, the gods and moons lose [G#m] paths.
I might choose to [C#m] heckle myself, the method ain't special, it's meh, you know.
Ride, get reckless, what's your [A] wisdom?
You had your [B] bitches, then you kiss them [A] goodbye.
For lies, and by right [G#m] skies, rolling [F#m] dice will never roll.
[C#m] This will not fix us, [A] don't doubt a thousand [B] miles.
From a hollowed [A] home, I'll shout, thrive, survive, to our [G#m] lives.
[F#m] Thanks, [C#m] bye.
Projection sensitive, inventive kid, a cry to she [F#] make.
I was defensive, sat creative, planned an [C#m] open escape.
Fuck, raped, [A] blooders, I'm the nut, invented [C#] space, you will hate.
Why should it alarm you, suddenly [E] karma hit me, smack in the face.
Survival, suddenly in panic, but send it, the wax will panic.
And [F#] damn it, I almost had it, but granted, life never goes [D] out of your planet.
I couldn't stand it, and never could [C#m] hand it.
You're the only souls emboldening me here on this planet.
Mistake after mistake, if I'm the victim, let me [G#m] take it.
Toward the [C#m] spirit, share it for me, fear it made me a snake.
[A] I put my share of shame to rest, but it fills my own [G#m] coffin.
Now should I [C#m] paid you what I owed you, and said thank you more often?
God forgive me if the shit outlives me, damn it, just my
Heroculous and perfect journey, yeah, that's music, alright.
[G#m] Still I [A] refuse to lose my foot, and we ain't even at [G#m] half time.
Cause [C#m] the proof's in what you put in, better be special, it's math, right?
Ragged and reckless, what's your [A] wisdom?
You had your bitches, [B] then you kissed them [A] goodbye.
For lies, that's why bright [G#m] skies [C#] [F#m] [C#m] rise.
I took this road, and I'll stick since [A] no doubt.
A thousand [B] miles from a hollowed [A] home.
I'll shout, ride, survive, you are alive.
[G#m] [F#m] [C#m] And there will be mistakes, and there will be days of sorrow.
And I will be knowing better, then I will be at the morrow.
Now our road is loaded with silver and gold.
It's just the treasure that you make for you.
And there'll still be minor bullets to kill.
Along the way you could feel yourself, but later be real.
Be on your way, cause life's tough, but love, well, nothing's enough.
Could be the treasure that you make for you.
I took this road, and I'll stick since no [A] doubt.
A thousand miles from a [B] hollowed [A] home.
I'll shout, ride, survive, you are [G#m] alive.
Don't let them [C#m] sell you two, and [F#m] two makes [C#m] five.
And there will be mistakes, and there will be days of [A] sorrow.
And I will be knowing [B] better, then I will be at the [A] morrow.
Now our road is loaded with silver and [G#m] gold.
It's just the [C#m] treasure that you make for you.
Key:
A
C#m
G#m
B
F#m
A
C#m
G#m
[C#] When I feel like dying, then I start rhyming. _ _
Is that too cringe?
Fuck it man, just hit the keys.
[C#m] _ _
_ [B] _ [C#m] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [G#m] _ [C#m] Nice.
Now the clap. _ _
[A] Woo!
_ _ [B] [A] Alright, alright! _ _
[A] _ [G#m] _ [C#m] _ [F#m] _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ [A] _ _ [B] _ [A] _ _
I [G#m] think I got [C#m] something.
[F#m] Here we [C#m] go.
Little footsteps immortalized, history's cement.
The horrors [C] will always come true, unless you got [G#m] more than intent.
You start [A] in the absent, poorly written, there's no way to [E] repent.
You think to improvise and rise and check out, far you don't went.
You rivalize on the prize, you dive and keep the submissive vibe.
That ruthless ocean of constant motion, of kids with bones and emotive,
[A] old and broken, stolen, most missed, that the [F] shots throw in the towel before the magnum opus.
The speed of the [C#m] climbers, keeping young minds whole.
Passive rhymes are still landmines, the front lines, the war zone known as postmodern [B] times.
The heart of [A] pennies and dimes and nickels, common [G#m] sense.
If young and [C#m] searching for more, become a living expense.
The world's a nasty place to have these faces painted on [B] masks.
And if you [C#m] say it [B] unironically, the internet [A] laughs.
The straight and narrow isn't fair, the gods and moons lose [G#m] paths.
I might choose to [C#m] heckle myself, the method ain't special, it's meh, you know.
Ride, get reckless, what's your [A] wisdom?
You had your [B] bitches, then you kiss them [A] goodbye.
For lies, and by right [G#m] skies, rolling [F#m] dice will never roll.
[C#m] _ This will not fix us, [A] don't doubt a thousand [B] miles.
From a hollowed [A] home, I'll shout, thrive, survive, to our [G#m] lives.
[F#m] Thanks, [C#m] bye.
Projection sensitive, inventive kid, a cry to she [F#] make.
I was defensive, sat creative, planned an [C#m] open escape.
Fuck, raped, [A] blooders, I'm the nut, invented [C#] space, you will hate.
Why should it alarm you, suddenly [E] karma hit me, smack in the face.
Survival, suddenly in panic, but send it, the wax will panic.
And [F#] damn it, I almost had it, but granted, life never goes [D] out of your planet.
I couldn't stand it, and never could [C#m] hand it.
You're the only souls emboldening me here on this planet.
Mistake after mistake, if I'm the victim, let me [G#m] take it.
Toward the [C#m] spirit, share it for me, fear it made me a snake.
[A] I put my share of shame to rest, but it fills my own [G#m] coffin.
Now should I [C#m] paid you what I owed you, and said thank you more often?
God forgive me if the shit outlives me, damn it, just my
Heroculous and perfect journey, yeah, that's music, alright.
[G#m] Still I [A] refuse to lose my foot, and we ain't even at [G#m] half time.
Cause [C#m] the proof's in what you put in, better be special, it's math, right?
Ragged and reckless, what's your [A] wisdom?
You had your bitches, [B] then you kissed them [A] goodbye.
For lies, that's why bright [G#m] skies [C#] _ [F#m] _ [C#m] rise.
I took this road, and I'll stick since [A] no doubt.
A thousand [B] miles from a hollowed [A] home.
I'll shout, ride, survive, you are alive.
[G#m] _ [F#m] _ _ [C#m] And there will be mistakes, and there will be days of sorrow.
And I will be knowing better, then I will be at the morrow.
Now our road is loaded with silver and gold.
It's just the treasure that you make for you.
And there'll still be minor bullets to kill.
Along the way you could feel yourself, but later be real.
Be on your way, cause life's tough, but love, well, nothing's enough.
Could be the treasure that you make for you.
I took this road, and I'll stick since no [A] doubt.
A thousand miles from a [B] hollowed [A] home.
I'll shout, ride, survive, you are [G#m] alive.
Don't let them [C#m] sell you two, and [F#m] two makes [C#m] five.
And there will be mistakes, and there will be days of [A] sorrow.
And I will be knowing [B] better, then I will be at the [A] morrow.
Now our road is loaded with silver and [G#m] gold.
It's just the [C#m] treasure that you make for you. _ _ _
Is that too cringe?
Fuck it man, just hit the keys.
[C#m] _ _
_ [B] _ [C#m] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [G#m] _ [C#m] Nice.
Now the clap. _ _
[A] Woo!
_ _ [B] [A] Alright, alright! _ _
[A] _ [G#m] _ [C#m] _ [F#m] _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ [A] _ _ [B] _ [A] _ _
I [G#m] think I got [C#m] something.
[F#m] Here we [C#m] go.
Little footsteps immortalized, history's cement.
The horrors [C] will always come true, unless you got [G#m] more than intent.
You start [A] in the absent, poorly written, there's no way to [E] repent.
You think to improvise and rise and check out, far you don't went.
You rivalize on the prize, you dive and keep the submissive vibe.
That ruthless ocean of constant motion, of kids with bones and emotive,
[A] old and broken, stolen, most missed, that the [F] shots throw in the towel before the magnum opus.
The speed of the [C#m] climbers, keeping young minds whole.
Passive rhymes are still landmines, the front lines, the war zone known as postmodern [B] times.
The heart of [A] pennies and dimes and nickels, common [G#m] sense.
If young and [C#m] searching for more, become a living expense.
The world's a nasty place to have these faces painted on [B] masks.
And if you [C#m] say it [B] unironically, the internet [A] laughs.
The straight and narrow isn't fair, the gods and moons lose [G#m] paths.
I might choose to [C#m] heckle myself, the method ain't special, it's meh, you know.
Ride, get reckless, what's your [A] wisdom?
You had your [B] bitches, then you kiss them [A] goodbye.
For lies, and by right [G#m] skies, rolling [F#m] dice will never roll.
[C#m] _ This will not fix us, [A] don't doubt a thousand [B] miles.
From a hollowed [A] home, I'll shout, thrive, survive, to our [G#m] lives.
[F#m] Thanks, [C#m] bye.
Projection sensitive, inventive kid, a cry to she [F#] make.
I was defensive, sat creative, planned an [C#m] open escape.
Fuck, raped, [A] blooders, I'm the nut, invented [C#] space, you will hate.
Why should it alarm you, suddenly [E] karma hit me, smack in the face.
Survival, suddenly in panic, but send it, the wax will panic.
And [F#] damn it, I almost had it, but granted, life never goes [D] out of your planet.
I couldn't stand it, and never could [C#m] hand it.
You're the only souls emboldening me here on this planet.
Mistake after mistake, if I'm the victim, let me [G#m] take it.
Toward the [C#m] spirit, share it for me, fear it made me a snake.
[A] I put my share of shame to rest, but it fills my own [G#m] coffin.
Now should I [C#m] paid you what I owed you, and said thank you more often?
God forgive me if the shit outlives me, damn it, just my
Heroculous and perfect journey, yeah, that's music, alright.
[G#m] Still I [A] refuse to lose my foot, and we ain't even at [G#m] half time.
Cause [C#m] the proof's in what you put in, better be special, it's math, right?
Ragged and reckless, what's your [A] wisdom?
You had your bitches, [B] then you kissed them [A] goodbye.
For lies, that's why bright [G#m] skies [C#] _ [F#m] _ [C#m] rise.
I took this road, and I'll stick since [A] no doubt.
A thousand [B] miles from a hollowed [A] home.
I'll shout, ride, survive, you are alive.
[G#m] _ [F#m] _ _ [C#m] And there will be mistakes, and there will be days of sorrow.
And I will be knowing better, then I will be at the morrow.
Now our road is loaded with silver and gold.
It's just the treasure that you make for you.
And there'll still be minor bullets to kill.
Along the way you could feel yourself, but later be real.
Be on your way, cause life's tough, but love, well, nothing's enough.
Could be the treasure that you make for you.
I took this road, and I'll stick since no [A] doubt.
A thousand miles from a [B] hollowed [A] home.
I'll shout, ride, survive, you are [G#m] alive.
Don't let them [C#m] sell you two, and [F#m] two makes [C#m] five.
And there will be mistakes, and there will be days of [A] sorrow.
And I will be knowing [B] better, then I will be at the [A] morrow.
Now our road is loaded with silver and [G#m] gold.
It's just the [C#m] treasure that you make for you. _ _ _