Sam (Is Dead) - Tyler, The Creator ft. Domo Genesis Chords

I'm not gonna let you be alone, I'm not gonna let you be alone.
I'm not gonna let you be alone.
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_ I'm not gonna let you be alone, [D#] I'm not gonna let you be alone.
[Gm] He's still a kid in my heart so I have a [F] problem maturing
But it'll come [Em] from [Gm] experiences and shit I see touring
I'm like a bird when I'm soaring, really high and I'm
Really horny from watching [E] this porn
Nope, but [Gm] bring in the horns
You hear that fucking brass?
[Em] That's a [F#] little boy nigga with the [Gm] trumpets
[G] Marching with the bandwagon
Looking [A#] for his heart [D#] upsleeved but his [G] hand carry muskets
Working in the meadows overlooking him
[Bm] Motherfuck [F#] Japano, he's a leader not a [Gm] puppet
Some professors never hear good prompts fixed
But think [G] before you wink and aye-aye, make assumptions
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[G] Why?
Eppa, eppa, eppa, bring in the horns
[F#] Eppa, eppa, bring, bring [G] in the horns Three
Eppa, eppa, bring in the horns Two [Am] [G] Eppa, eppa
Now where's Tyler?
Bottom of the countdown, shit ain't been the same since I found out
[F#] Hadji beats Ghost Rope for a [G] while, wow
Now I'm the loud shot, value style, foul mouth [C] fucker
That's your [A] teenage kid likes to bow [Gm] down
Riding around town in Seattle with the same shot
Gonna hurt you, so click, clack, boom, pow
Still suicidal but some assume that I'm cool now
Cause I got a fucking award in my own room now
Nope, like a flip shit, like a [A#] couch pillow
[G] And I have [Gm] my death sign on like a loose vowel
Um, the bandwagon turned into Caboose
So, so don't let [D] that little nigga trumpet loose now
Just let him fly _ _ _ _
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