Chords for Lil Durk - Love Songs 4 The Streets (Official Audio)

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[Eb] I'm chasing the band, talk to God in a minute
Ain't talking to [Bbm] my youngest son in months, I ask him please forgive me
I'm in the [Eb] studio with killers, told him get out my feelings
I [Db] be trying, but [Fm] I can't get him
See [Eb] me gang, you ain't, tryna pop [Cm] my pain away
Watch that [Bbm] blood stain away, long way [Fm] from section 8
And I [Eb] can't trust my day one homie, I [Cm] can't trust him, no
It's so [Bbm] crazy, I say don't snake me, but [Fm] I brushed it off
[Eb] I'ma go so deep, I want [Cm] my lyrics in your soul
[Bbm] If we got a problem man, go [Fm] short it for no ho
[Eb] Big bro got the streets on lock, for real he getting old
You [Db] say you fix those statements, but at the [Fm] end you still told
Bitch you know I'm [Eb] smart as shit, tryna break my [Cm] heart as shit
She think she gon' [Bbm] give me back, fucking on these [Fm] artists
Who can buy, gotta [Eb] fuck em too, just cause they a part of this
You [Db] started this, them niggas [Fm] started this
I make love songs for [Eb] the streets, love songs for [Cm] the bitches
I make love songs for [Bbm] my day ones, make love songs for the [Fm] kids
Even the ones who [Eb] doubted me, the ones that I'm acting different
Once in and out of my [Db] life, when they came back, they still [Fm] missing
Been on this [Eb] road, I'm chasing the band, cause I [Cm] got the music
Ain't talked to my [Bbm] youngest son in months, I had some [Fm] peace to do
I'm in the [Eb] studio with killers, so I'ma get [Cm] out my feelings
I be [Db] trying, but I [Fm] can't, yeah
[Eb] I knew this shit wasn't [Cm] right, appeals gon' take [Bbm] time
In the field ain't no [Fm] crime, take appeals to keep me [Eb] prime
Jay Money not here to give me advice, I see the hurt in his [Db] eyes
The pain in his [Fm] voice, yeah
When I [Eb] wanna hear your voice, I call your [Cm] voicemail
I put [Bbm] Chicago on my shoulders, my [Fm] shit's for sale
[Bb] I hate the way that Christ smell
I know some niggas too ain't [Fm] told and they won't steal
I make love songs for [Eb] the streets, love songs for the [Cm] bitches
I make love songs for my [Bbm] day ones, make love songs for the [Fm] kids
Even the ones who [Eb] doubted me, the ones that I'm acting different
Once in and out of my [Db] life, when they came back, they still [Fm] missing
Been on this [Eb] road, I'm chasing the band, cause I got [Cm] the music
Ain't talking to my [Bbm] youngest son anymore, but I ain't no [Fm] beast again
I'm in the [Eb] studio with killers, so I'ma get out [Cm] my feelings
I be [Db] trying, but I [Fm] can't, yeah
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