Chords for Soul Gravity - The Lab Rats

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_ _ _ [F] I'm [Eb] overtaking by the dark side [C] of the force, waiting for the spell of [F] depression to run
out of his force, explaining to [Eb] my son how come he [C] only sees me part of the week.
It's never been easy [Fm] to see he's starting to [Eb] speak, often repeats what [C] he hears.
It's awfully sweet, but he just [F] doesn't get it.
That daddy's [Eb] gotta hit the road, shows [Cm] never ending.
It's such a struggle just to juggle jobs and [F] pretend that you're never gonna [Eb] buckle,
never gonna [Cm] bend.
You've never seen a man hustle with a bat and a [C] pen.
You gotta hope for what?
For a better tomorrow.
Cope with these things that you deal with today.
You gotta hope for [Db] what?
For a better [Bb] tomorrow.
Cope with these things that [F] you deal with today.
[Eb] _ [Cm] I don't know what's the last one [F] job.
_ [Eb] _ _ [Cm]
And these problems are [Fm] so confusing.
[Eb] _ [Cm] I don't know what's the right one [Fm] home.
_ [Eb] _ _ [Cm]
I'm just asking why I'm so [Fm] depressed.
Spent my last four [Eb] dollars on a pack of [C] cigarettes.
And people wonder why I'm acting so [F] depressed.
It's cool to take the [Eb] pressure, I'm practically the [C] best.
And making pennies stretch until I catch another [F] tech.
Sometimes you're so [Eb] alone it only seems to make [C] sense.
You're lonely when the world's got your back to the [F] fence.
You're nervous, intense, no [Eb] symptom nets you out of a [Cm] sense.
You spin up the ramp from the heat coming out of your vent.
[Fm] I just hog my [Eb] strats at the pawn shop [C] for groceries.
Hopefully a stroke of good luck is getting [F] close to me.
Day in [Eb] the life of an unsigned [C] open seat.
I'm feeling comatose, is [F] this the way it's supposed to be?
Offending [Eb] my friends for lending me [Cm] twenties and tens.
When they dwindled the pennies on plenty of [Fm] Guinness.
How many minutes would it [Eb] take for me to get through the bottom of a bottle?
I've got problems, I'm [Db] not trying to solve them.
Watch the wealthy flourish while my offspring's scoffing.
Got no wealth insurance, no there ain't nobody offering.
I'm scoffing every time I see a [Bb] Range Rover.
His jingling chain just [F] slangs on these hangovers.
_ [Eb] _ [Cm] And nobody here don't know what the left one [F] does.
_ [Eb] _ _ [Cm]
These rhymes, these [Fm] rhymes are so confused.
_ [Eb] _ [Cm] And all I care to know is what the right one [Fm] holds.
_ [Eb] _ _ [Cm]
Time to try these rhymes, they're so [Fm] rapid.
Playing music in a [Eb] rational fashion's my only [C] passion.
Tired of distractions, it's time for satisfaction [F] to be the main [Eb] attraction.
Attraction is just a [C] fraction of all I've ever wanted to be.
It's time for some [F] action.
This sticky [Eb] situation is relating [C] my mind, body, and spirit to anonymous [Fm] corporations.
Embracing an [Eb] occupation that pays the [C] way and how I look got my image out of a book.
[Fm] Tick tock, you [Eb] don't stop punching the clock.
[C] I'm chock full of [C] ideas on a stumbling block.
[Fm] I'm locked down in this [Eb] job, yo, I think it's a cry [C] to shit.
Maybe we should buy a one-hit wonder kit.
Maybe your heart'll [Eb] be playing lottery tickets.
[Cm] Picking numbers and scratching cards with my guitar pick.
[F] I'm sick of this shit, [Eb] everything's been done instead.
[Cm] You should stop and think about all the shit [C] you've been fed.
You gotta hope for a better tomorrow.
Cope with the things that you deal with today.
You gotta hope for a better tomorrow.
Cope with the things that you deal with [F] today.
_ [Eb] _ [Cm] You know what the left one does?
_ [Eb] _ _ [Cm]
He's wrong, he's [Fm] wrong for choking you.
_ [Eb] _ [Cm] You know that they don't know what the right one [Fm] owes?
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