Chords for SFDK - PERSONAL TRAINER (LYRIC VIDEO)

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I'm going to be representing and keep it live. _ _ _
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Keep it [Bbm] live.
Rep_ [Fm] Rep_ Rep_ Rep_ Rep_ Keep_ Keep [Fm] it_ Keep it_ Keep it_ Keep it_ Keep [F] it_
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Keep_ Keep it_
Keep it live.
Live for a [Bbm] land of song and noise.
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I [Ab] _ _ live _ [Fm] in_
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_ [F] _ _ [Eb] live in Calle 18,
[Fm] _ San Antonio,
_ California. _ _ _ _ _
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I'm a personal exercise for the [Fm] vomits
There's something more faggy
than a bus in the [F] strip of Abusona
of [Fm] pink neurons
The same as culture is [F] taboo
Reading a book doesn't make you a better [Fm] person
It's your chromosomes, fuck those who speak for [Eb] you
And making legs through the inclined streets of [Bbm] Madrid
I didn't need to get out of there, but I did
I [Fm] only saw the danger and I covered myself
[Fm] I know the precipice in [F] the background
And look how deep, let this combo catch you
Go to life and look at you with a face of [Fm] amazement
With the weight of my head, I'm going to the top
[F] I'm going to the top, making shoulders with my shits
And I miss a lot of things, [Cm] more than [Fm] I hide
More edgy as a verb, I'll fly to a condor
But the condor is also a virus
And I don't even answer that on Twitter
Don't ask me what I put, look at it in the bottom
Let it catch another combo, I'm going like this
I'm going to the [F] top, I'm going to get the injection of the slaps
Like the logo of my group
I'm [Fm] made to be tortured
There are no punches in the veins of my phrases
And [F] I presume that I will be able to, before [Cm] my [F] phrase arrives
The sentence of a crazy musician
And of his paranoia
That reached 40 without stopping to touch his dick
With this short and see you later
20 years rapping and still [Ab] savoring [Bbm] my balls
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