NAS - if Heaven was a mile away (lyrics) - Niky Chords
Tempo:
80.15 bpm
Chords used:
G#m
C#m
B
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G#m]
[B] [C#m] [G#m] [B] [C#m]
[G#m] If heaven was a mile away, would I rack up my bags and leave this world behind?
If heaven was a mile away, or save it all for you?
[C#m] If heaven was a mile away, would I fill the tank up with gas and be out for fun?
[G#m] Or in a flash, before [B] reconsidering [F#] this hell [G#m]-bred Jew?
[F#] Pitying you is the [B] thing to do, [F#] it's tearing my [G#m] heart in two.
I would [C#m] have failed with you, to hell [G#m] with you.
If heaven was a mile away, and you could ride by the gates,
would you try to run inside when it opens?
Would you try to die today?
Would you pray loud, finally believe in his power?
Even if you couldn't see, that you could fail, would you still [C#m] doubt it?
How would you start acting?
Would you try to put the keys down?
Digging every drug sale that you make in the streets,
you [G#m] can see now, would a fiend even want to get high?
Would he stop smoking, if he knew on his own two feet,
he could just roll in, to get away and escape from the craziness?
And I bet you there's a heaven for an atheist.
It's heart-taking, this racist planet, where they take a younger brother in a handcuff,
even if he innocent, get it on a cough, put your motherfucking [C#m] hands up,
thinking I'm a loser.
My mom's in chemo, three times a week, yo, keep trying, but [G#m] people is [N] hard,
and God, your young
[B] [C#m] [G#m] [B] [C#m]
[G#m] If heaven was a mile away, would I rack up my bags and leave this world behind?
If heaven was a mile away, or save it all for you?
[C#m] If heaven was a mile away, would I fill the tank up with gas and be out for fun?
[G#m] Or in a flash, before [B] reconsidering [F#] this hell [G#m]-bred Jew?
[F#] Pitying you is the [B] thing to do, [F#] it's tearing my [G#m] heart in two.
I would [C#m] have failed with you, to hell [G#m] with you.
If heaven was a mile away, and you could ride by the gates,
would you try to run inside when it opens?
Would you try to die today?
Would you pray loud, finally believe in his power?
Even if you couldn't see, that you could fail, would you still [C#m] doubt it?
How would you start acting?
Would you try to put the keys down?
Digging every drug sale that you make in the streets,
you [G#m] can see now, would a fiend even want to get high?
Would he stop smoking, if he knew on his own two feet,
he could just roll in, to get away and escape from the craziness?
And I bet you there's a heaven for an atheist.
It's heart-taking, this racist planet, where they take a younger brother in a handcuff,
even if he innocent, get it on a cough, put your motherfucking [C#m] hands up,
thinking I'm a loser.
My mom's in chemo, three times a week, yo, keep trying, but [G#m] people is [N] hard,
and God, your young
Key:
G#m
C#m
B
F#
G#m
C#m
B
F#
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_ [B] _ [C#m] _ _ [G#m] _ [B] _ [C#m] _
[G#m] If heaven was a mile away, would I rack up my bags and leave this world behind?
If heaven was a mile away, or save it all for you?
[C#m] If heaven was a mile away, would I fill the tank up with gas and be out for fun?
[G#m] Or in a flash, before [B] reconsidering [F#] this hell [G#m]-bred Jew?
[F#] Pitying you is the [B] thing to do, [F#] it's tearing my [G#m] heart in two.
I would [C#m] have failed with you, to hell [G#m] with you.
If heaven was a mile away, and you could ride by the gates,
would you try to run inside when it opens?
Would you try to die today?
Would you pray loud, finally believe in his power?
Even if you couldn't see, that you could fail, would you still [C#m] doubt it?
How would you start acting?
Would you try to put the keys down?
Digging every drug sale that you make in the streets,
you [G#m] can see now, would a fiend even want to get high?
Would he stop smoking, if he knew on his own two feet,
he could just roll in, to get away and escape from the craziness?
And I bet you there's a heaven for an atheist.
It's heart-taking, this racist planet, where they take a younger brother in a handcuff,
even if he innocent, get it on a cough, put your motherfucking [C#m] hands up,
thinking I'm a loser.
My mom's in chemo, three times a week, yo, keep trying, but [G#m] people is [N] hard,
and God, your young_ _ _ _ _ _
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[G#m] If heaven was a mile away, would I rack up my bags and leave this world behind?
If heaven was a mile away, or save it all for you?
[C#m] If heaven was a mile away, would I fill the tank up with gas and be out for fun?
[G#m] Or in a flash, before [B] reconsidering [F#] this hell [G#m]-bred Jew?
[F#] Pitying you is the [B] thing to do, [F#] it's tearing my [G#m] heart in two.
I would [C#m] have failed with you, to hell [G#m] with you.
If heaven was a mile away, and you could ride by the gates,
would you try to run inside when it opens?
Would you try to die today?
Would you pray loud, finally believe in his power?
Even if you couldn't see, that you could fail, would you still [C#m] doubt it?
How would you start acting?
Would you try to put the keys down?
Digging every drug sale that you make in the streets,
you [G#m] can see now, would a fiend even want to get high?
Would he stop smoking, if he knew on his own two feet,
he could just roll in, to get away and escape from the craziness?
And I bet you there's a heaven for an atheist.
It's heart-taking, this racist planet, where they take a younger brother in a handcuff,
even if he innocent, get it on a cough, put your motherfucking [C#m] hands up,
thinking I'm a loser.
My mom's in chemo, three times a week, yo, keep trying, but [G#m] people is [N] hard,
and God, your young_ _ _ _ _ _
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