Chords for Hi res ft. Datkid - drop of poison

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_ _ [Bbm] _ [Eb] I like [Bbm] my town.
_ _ [Bb] _ With a little [Ebm] drop of poison.
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Nobody knows.
_ [C] _ They're lining up [Bb] to go and see.
It's [Bbm] just another day without a dollar.
I'm praying that's a copper.
He ain't listening [F] to what I'm saying when I [Bb] holler.
I'm trying to do my music and be making money proper.
But I don't want to sell [Bbm] my soul to snakes wearing [Ebm] collars.
Be a victim of the industry.
I'm not going to make it look like I'm getting famous.
I'd rather do it my own way [Bbm] and do it proper.
Learn and work [Ebm] hard till I'm a scholar.
[Bbm] Yeah, sometimes I don't live right.
I [F] get drunk and hit guys.
Terrorize people wearing their jeans skin [Bb] tight.
Naughty by nature.
So at times that's how I live life.
I forget to think right.
Then wonder why it [Ebm] brings fights.
But still deep down inside.
[F] I know I should think right.
Develop my skill until it goes from big to king size.
I hope you're prepared.
I'm [Bbm] here without an invite.
Giving you an insight on how the fuck I live life.
[Bb] I like my town.
_ _ [Bb] _ _ It's a little [Ebm] drop of poison.
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Nobody knows.
_ They're lining up [Bb] to go insane.
[Bbm] Come check my waves that graze with crazed faces.
Jakey's fake spaces.
[F] Rapist, babe.
Bassettes, laces.
Make faces.
Chases.
Stay hated.
Blazing days.
Laced to tame my brain.
[Ebm] Raging.
It's like we're tamed to mate.
Our days, days.
Displaced.
Get scrapes.
Aimless.
Brazel.
Brains.
Paper blades.
And aim blamers.
Taking [Bbm] change.
Changes.
Fuck their [Ebm] wars.
It's fraud to make [Bbm] papers.
Corpses.
Stained pavings.
Courts who frame faces.
All to make payments.
Playing the same game as the people stood in front of them.
Criminals run this [Bb] country.
Men and women working under them.
Feels like I'm [Ebm] under 10.
Thousand tons of pressure.
So I'm underpaying.
And [F] I'm finesse up.
And nothing better when you're stressing.
Getting wet in the weather.
Depressing.
Letting it wreck you.
[Bbm] You gotta keep your head straight.
Stay awake and never let up.
I like my town.
_ _ _ With a little [Ebm] drop of poison.
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Nobody knows.
_ They're lining up [Bb] to go insane.
_ [Bbm] We jamming places where the piggies are waiting.
[Bb] Close by.
Never keep a close eye.
Gates are covered with old bikes.
Right.
I claim we stole bikes.
Then search us with those old eyes.
You got no life.
Fuck a piggy.
[Ebm] Go die.
Try to overstate my weed and my bread.
Take my name.
Put it in a dress.
Then do a fake straight mate.
It's a great state.
[Bbm] Where the people's made many wage slaves.
Save pennies.
Make change.
Here's my bottle.
Crouched in a grotto with a bowl.
I'm a big sneaky lurking around in the shadows of Sin [Bb] City.
Brisk off and shitty as [C] grimy grim gritty.
Where police show no pity for kiddies.
The kiddies [Ebm] gritty.
Sick kids will stick you in shit for six [F] dinnies.
Yeah shit really.
But I love it though.
Spit a bit of poison on these dirty roads bro.
Then [Bbm] I'm running home.
_ _ _ [Bb] I like my town.
_ [Bb] _ _ With a [Ebm] little drop of poison.
_ _ _ _ _ [F] Nobody knows.
_ They're lining [Bb] up to go insane. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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