Chords for Roots Manuva-Soul Decay

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[C#] Nothing can grind without bracketing
Will you live to work [C#m] or will you work to live?
[C#] Will you step to the [C#m] future or dwell on the [C#] past?
For what be your [C#m] fight, be it colour or class?
No few cannot ask this, their tip is me, my or not
Scamming on a fat piece of pie as the greed gets thicker
Mind gets thicker, blood thirsty fiends cap cocaine and liquor
These days, sick with bad cliques, looking for that raise
It don't really matter how these cliques get paid
Cause for the benefit of the day, down the old soul you get
Cause if we be ballin', here we are
We all got to be something and somebody
We all got to find their modes to get love
But when that love for the proud starts flooding every thought
We hold their whole disciples, call that soul
Like where man's bouncing weed ounces on every tenth night
Then it comes to crackling rounds of impacts
Triple dividends, newfound rank and position
But more reasons to be cautious, much more to [C#] defend
Ends his meeting, Chris keeps his beating
Bless them never dream cheap but feel so crisp
While roaming round the [C#m] city in a brand new fence
Feeling kinda dead cause they're cash to collect
Ego's on a boost now that ego needs feet
Watch the devil dance, proceed as them lick off the powder
Man start feel like Jesse West cause the next plan be
To take out the middle man and make more racks
These days, sick with bad cliques, looking for that raise
It don't really matter how these cliques get paid
Cause for the benefit of the day, down the old soul you get
Cause if we be ballin', here we are
These days, sick with bad cliques, _ looking for that raise
The roots of evil run deep and keep running
We slicker with the cunning while the poor drums are drumming
You don't see now, you might never see
Cause the enemy strikes with them sick tight ballistics
So they stick no end, in the guise of a friend
That was tight from way back, chewing up the fat
Talking bout how we gonna keep stuff true
Through the thick, through the thin, closer than the skin to flesh
But everybody has their price, when the beat strikes
Ain't no telling what will [C#] happen
Just when you were [C#m] thinking you was in the same [C#] team
You catch the cold, frowthy [C#m] breath of a snake in your [C#] mix
Bringing blitz to your plants
When he dunks your pants and said he's cool with [C#m] his cut
Now he wants to cut my foot and take the hole out _ _ _ _
These days, sick with bad cliques, looking for that raise
It don't really matter how these cliques get paid
Cause for the benefit of the day, down the old soul you get
Cause if we be ballin', these days, sick with bad cliques, looking for that raise
It don't really matter how these cliques get [C#] paid
Cause for the benefit of the [C#m] day, down the old soul you get
Cause if we be ballin'
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These days, sick with bad cliques, looking for that raise
It don't really matter how these cliques get paid
Cause for the benefit of the day, down the old soul you get
Cause if we be ballin'
These days, sick with bad cliques, looking for that raise
It don't really matter how these cliques get [C#] paid
Cause for the benefit of the [C#m] day, down the old soul you get
Cause if we be ballin'
_ _ Cause if we be ballin'
Cause if we be ballin'
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