Chords for Kojey Radical - The Garden Party (Official Video)

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Yeah, yeah, I get it, I understand, [Gb] it's fine.
_ [C] Totally understand, [Bm] _
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no I get it, I understand. _
_ [F] What uncertainty feels like.
Constantly walking the finite of [Gb] infatuation.
[G] We seem to give so much care and attention to perfect strangers,
actively helping [F] them indulge in their own narcissism.
[N] Assembling in masses to fall prey to the beck and [G] call of the people we consider amongst the beautiful,
the cool, the [F] interesting.
All the attention might be what fues the insecurity. _ _
So many longing to give you some kind of [Bm] feeling, physical, emotional, mental, anything. _
You always seem to make the wrong choices. _
_ _ Why are you so [Em] afraid of being alone?
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Hmm.
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_ [Am] I've never found myself [F] much of a party goer.
She [Gb] echoes compliments in [Bm] my name despite the fact I hardly know.
Her [D] accord, the colour yellow, whether [F] sunshine or stain, who cares?
Her petals shape [D] Elio's mane, a gust of cluttered [G] leaves and such.
Stuttered speech and awkward stares.
She claims her feet are planted [Dm] but her roots seem to be hardly [F] here.
We long to find ourselves [Ebm] alone [G] to delve deeper into common grounds.
To perfect strangers the music's loud, I watch her [F] mouth, her speech is wayward.
Body language tells a perfect tale of two playful simbers.
I [G] search for symbols of attraction or a means of lust.
I [A] crack a joke, she cracks a smile and [F] claims I play too much.
Laughs again and pats my arm and transitions [Ebm] into a lingered touch.
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I attempt to wow her with amateur philosophy,
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speaking riddles as if [F] I care about the state of Syria's democracy.
The [Fm] news is fickle, [G] people change, life is strange that way.
We ghost ourselves, mourning [F] as we lay awake.
I think too far ahead, [Ab] my mind is wandered to the [B] second chance at a first impression.
I read [G] expressions like a mirror, her voice is [Gb] new but her face familiar.
[F] It must be Twitter.
Distance between us now mirrors the size of the earth [G] we stand on.
Minutes stand still, still we do not question where the time's gone.
She [F] said, do you believe in love?
I said, does a requiem [Ebm] dream?
We crave for [B] the chance to trance in love like hits of opium, see, [Gb] it's so addictive.
_ [F] Karl Marx once said, _
religion is the sigh of the oppressed [G] creature.
The heart of a heartless world and the soul of soulless conditions,
[F] it is the opium of the people.
_ [Bbm] But to Marx [G] I argue, is it religion _ [Gb] or love?
_ [N] _ We need love, this world is all in this, we need.
Love has the same effect on the brain as making coffee.
_ You need power, this world is all in this, we need.
It's that pleasure of dopamine that causes cravings.
With a selfish instinct to want more and have more.
This world is all in this, we need.
It's not religion, love is the opium of the people.
It [G] is love, love is the opium of the people.
This world is all in this, we need.
We need, [Eb] _ come what's with me before you.
_ We need, this world is all in [B] this, we need.
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_ _ _ _ [Eb] I have to give you this.
[D] I saw her heart drop to her stomach as she described her love for the wind.
[Em] The wind would lay with me, shoot the [Eb] most gentle breeze [Gb] through my petals,
pull [F] my interest and never question where I stem from.
Mutually [Dm] sharing love as he would share me and [Em] my interest simultaneously.
[Eb] Through my petals he would pump an ecstasy, [Dm] I would fiend after every hit.
Bruising I would [Ebm] excuse and still fiend [Em] after every hit.
[Eb] Losing feeling to the rush of pain for [Em] more of a numbing [Dm] bliss.
My memory's [F] not what it used to [Dm] be.
Empathy, [Em] I stare at her with [Eb] perfect empathy.
I notice her every imperfection, [Db] questioning how someone so [D] perfect could be so flawed.
She was the [C] unforeseen picture of a princess after the [Eb] happily ever after.
The [F] remnants of [Db] Rembrandt's palettes, the daisy who envied the [Eb] thorns of a rose.
A bouquet of statements like, [Bb] the world just doesn't [C] understand me.
I told her understanding is [Db] half the battle.
Whatever that [Eb] means, it sounded nice or,
burdens [Db] are for the shoulders strong enough to carry them.
[Eb] Consider that, I [Bb] wanted nothing more than [Db] to place the weight of her world on my back.
[Eb] At last we stand fractions away from an action [Db] we've anticipated wholeheartedly [Eb] from hello.
I notice her every detail, [Dm] the goosebumps on her skin.
I proceed with a hug simply [Em] to shelter from the wind.
I feel her [Eb] blood pumping through her flesh and envy its [Dm] presence.
I lean in for a kiss, a picturesque moment in frame.
[Em] Heart pumping harmonious fear with [Eb] every second she stopped me. _
_ [Dm] And said I didn't catch your name.
I said the gardener.
[Em] She took a sip of her drink for [Eb] temporary elation.
She said well my [C] dear, take heart.
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Someday I will kiss you and you [Db] will like it.
But not [F] now, so I beg you not to be [Bb] too impatient.
[Db] _ I'm Daisy.
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_ _ _ Bye.
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