Grand Finale Chords by Mac Miller

[B] _ [D] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ a little louder.
[F#m] Yeah.
_ [D] _ _ _ Yeah.
_ [Bm] _ [F#m] Yeah.
Yeah. _
[D] Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
[F#m] If I chance this is my grand finale.
Bury me in Allegheny [D] County.
It's the [F#m] most hated.
So faded that I'm bowlegged.
Don't
I'm a bad, gross gang, smell like [D] all old man shit
The flow [F#] dangerous, make you wanna do the wave
[Bm] Throw your bitch right off your lap and start a standing ovation
The most strangers, master of the ceremonies If it's a story then it's only sharing
Moby [D] karaoke [F#] My bitch a shooter, call her Annie Oaker
Get you four pair of Cobas, just got out [D] on probation
And no famous, friends from each soul faces [G#] I only go places, wasted like [D] I'm Joe Namath
Not a king, [F#] I'm no David Music, I'm a crackhead
[Bm] No hobbies or recreation, don't even know my [D] address
Self-medicate, self-education Rick Rubin showed me transcendental meditation
Let us [F#] have a grand finale [Bm] The world would [F#m] be just fine without [D] me
Now I got a smile on my [Bm] face, there ain't no [F#] doubt about it
[Bm] Are you ready for the fireworks?
[D] _ _ _ It was a solid night till the fireworks [F#m] _ _ _ [D] _ _
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_ _ _ _ Yeah, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
okay, I fear [F#m] nothing on this odyssey
of dark roads God lives in [N] my dog's soul, the devil in
[D] his dog bowl We are the prophets, Jesus was a poor sporty
buddhanastradamus Spilling water in the wine, but he loved
gin and [F#m] tonic Had skeletons in his closet, [G#] even God would
one day be forgotten [D] And recently I've been [F#m] feeling, I've been
feeling like It'd be [D] really nice to get to sit with Mookie
Weiss Shoot the shit by life, he'd be pissing,
sniffing white Never got to see me grow up, how long it
take to live a life I'm a bit surprised that I'm even still
alive Mixing uppers and downers, practically
suicide My old Jewish mind, remember music, you'll
be fine And I'll make my own leash now, and do
what I see behind me Hallucinations, how I use my mind
Who am I?
Let us [F#m] have a grand finale The [D] world will be just fine without me
I don't got a smile on his face He's going down, we're going down with the
pain Are you ready for the fireworks?
_ _ _ It was a solid night till the fireworks _ _ _ _ _
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