Chains Chords by R.A. The Rugged Man

And I'm so in love with what you do, in love with what you do, [Em] in love with what [C#] you do _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ I'm a dip dip diver, socializer, I'm a hoopla top pool and 89er
[Em] Heard you say rugged, by now you shoulda at least [Bm] flown
It's funny I'm mad famous for being unknown
I'm just a dirty motherfucker, they hate my guts
All I talk about is bitches and bustin' nuts
[Em] Yeah I got a foul mouth, yeah I cuss too much
[Bm] I'm just so Ricky Ricardo ridiculous
And I ain't got no fly whip, I still ride the bus
I got Mitch Blood Green on the team with us
[Em] Hospitable, hittable, cooler than takeable
[Bm] Feminal, memorable, lyrical, take every syllable
Political, little [F#m] riddle, profitable, visible, lyrical
Little brittle, pitiful, fistful too little, you tingle, [Em] you typical
Yeah talk shit, I'm cocky with it
[Bm] It's hard for you to admit it, but I'm one of the best in it
And I'm so _ in love with what you do, in love with what you do, in love with what you do
My mind is haunted, still with the extension of slaves this torment
Slow down my steps, one foot from the grave, [Em] the carnage
A young black male, they lick ponday, [Bm] sun of the morning roasted
So help minister come pray, it's gun trade inside a smoky apartment
Low process, one nine, two tech, four [Em] revolvers, coke overbought with kettles
It's like [Bm] we struck oil in the ghetto, we supplied to addicts
The devil work, practice, it's like we search backwards
Till they throw the dirt on our casket and [Em] that's it
I live where the fiends are notin', just [Bm] a scene of the projects
Similar to Osama's, an old man at the top of the stairs
He just there, cause his mind ain't there
Victim of the war, [Em] Polarstine's a convent
He dropped the jewels, took it by [Bm] my bed
He said he was a linebacker for the bend
Said he'd get it all back while he's trying his tears
I'm here, [B] it's that real shit that made me
[Em] That music from the [G#] 80's, child's up [Bm] 70's
I live [E] long till they bury me
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