Chords for SPM - PEOPLE ( SON OF NORMA ) 2013

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SPM - PEOPLE ( SON OF NORMA ) 2013 chords
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[Eb] [Gb] I [Ebm] put drool in bars, [Db] put coke in jars, [B] gotta stay on my toes so I don't do bars.
[Ebm] I sip syrup, [Db] but if I get sleepy I [B] put my jewelry in my pocket and I head to my TV.
[Ebm] Got money and power, [Db] not a barcode growler.
[B] In the game with no ref, but we'll bury a fowler.
[Ebm] Moonlight howler [Db] in a new white brawler.
[Gb] South Park freestyler, not a [Ebm] police dollar.
Make more bread than a deli, [Ab] burn rubber and berry.
[B] Nigga Mike put it in a peanut butter and jelly.
[Ebm] And I get so much head [Db] up in H-Town [Gb] nightclubs, I guess I could honestly say that life [Ebm] sucks.
Crib was [Db] a mill, that's what it [B] costed.
My girl from London called me a cheating bastard.
[Ebm] No more broke, [Db] mon, now I look so [B] strong.
The world show me more fucking love than a slow [Ebm] song.
People [Db] always ask the [B] same questions.
[Ebm] No see why [Db] you always [B] so high.
[Ebm] If you [Db] only knew how [B] I'm stressing, [Ebm] you would [Eb] surely understand [Gb] why.
I [Ebm] meet a fan and be tripping, [Db] how they squeeze my hand.
[B] I remember chugging woosh and I keep the can.
[Ebm] Houston bum, all I [Db] had was a stupid gun [B] and seven black trash bags of aluminum.
[Ebm] In the club I be trying [Db] to dance, but I look [B] like my gramps when he fell in the plants.
[Ebm] And my well I didn't think it [Db] was funny.
I was trying [B] to hold my laugh down, reaping my tummy.
[Gb] My whole family get [Eb] drunk and crunk.
Then wake [B] up in the morning like, what the fuck?
[Ebm] Eyes bloodshot, head [Eb] hurting and whatnot.
Two [B] hours later, shooting pool at the thug [Ebm] spot.
25 [Eb] dudes in the ball magics, [B] and they wonder why we always fighting shit.
[Ebm] I blast you, [Db] homies, like the boy Yosemite.
[B] Just step if you want to test my authenticity.
[Ebm] People [Db] always ask the [B] same questions.
[Ebm] No see why [Db] you always [B] so high.
[Ebm] If you [Db] only knew how [B] I'm stressing, [Ebm] you [Eb] would surely understand [Gb] [B] why.
[Ebm] Me, I'm getting [Db] high while my bra getting [B] low.
Driving down Martin Luther King very [Ebm] slow.
My enemies [Db] gonna catch it like the [B] flu.
One, two, maybe three, what the fuck I would [Ebm] do?
Clean it [Db] up, wrap the boy in the [B] sheet.
Cause you can't just leave them all twisted on the [Ebm] street.
Some sad, some [Db] happy with that girl [B] Jackie.
While my cousin at the war trying to help the Iraqi.
[Ebm] Living under [Db] pressure, I prayed for the [B] soldier.
Right across the street while she laid on the [Ebm] sofa.
My best friend's [Db] daughter got shot in the [B] flyby.
Thank God she lived, but the scars never [Ebm] quite died.
Lord hold [Db] me tight, fist around the [B] lip.
I feel like I can't breathe, I need revenge for this [Ebm] shit.
Every time [Db] I turn around I'm [B] tested.
As I roll another blunt out this ounce I'm blessed [Ebm] with.
People [Db] always ask the [B] same questions.
[Ebm] No see [Db] why you always [B] so high.
[Ebm] If you [Db] only knew how [B] I'm stressing,
[Ebm] you would [Eb] surely [B] understand why.
[Ebm] [Db] One time, one [B] time, Lord help me.
[Ebm] One time, one [Db] time, Lord help me.
[B] [Ebm] [Db] [B]
[Ebm] [Eb] [B]
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Db
12341114
Eb
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Gb
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Ebm
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_ _ [Eb] _ _ [Gb] _ _ I [Ebm] put drool in bars, [Db] put coke in jars, [B] gotta stay on my toes so I don't do bars.
[Ebm] I sip syrup, [Db] but if I get sleepy I [B] put my jewelry in my pocket and I head to my TV.
[Ebm] Got money and power, [Db] not a barcode growler.
[B] In the game with no ref, but we'll bury a fowler.
[Ebm] Moonlight howler [Db] in a new white brawler.
[Gb] South Park freestyler, not a [Ebm] police dollar.
Make more bread than a deli, [Ab] burn rubber and berry.
[B] Nigga Mike put it in a peanut butter and jelly.
[Ebm] And I get so much head [Db] up in H-Town [Gb] nightclubs, I guess I could honestly say that life [Ebm] sucks.
Crib was [Db] a mill, that's what it [B] costed.
My girl from London called me a cheating bastard.
[Ebm] No more broke, [Db] mon, now I look so [B] strong.
The world show me more fucking love than a slow [Ebm] song.
People [Db] always ask the [B] same questions.
[Ebm] No see why [Db] you always [B] so high. _
[Ebm] If you [Db] only knew how [B] I'm stressing, _ [Ebm] you would [Eb] surely understand [Gb] why.
I [Ebm] meet a fan and be tripping, [Db] how they squeeze my hand.
[B] I remember chugging woosh and I keep the can.
[Ebm] Houston bum, all I [Db] had was a stupid gun [B] and seven black trash bags of aluminum.
[Ebm] In the club I be trying [Db] to dance, but I look [B] like my gramps when he fell in the plants.
[Ebm] And my well I didn't think it [Db] was funny.
I was trying [B] to hold my laugh down, reaping my tummy.
[Gb] My whole family get [Eb] drunk and crunk.
Then wake [B] up in the morning like, what the fuck?
[Ebm] Eyes bloodshot, head [Eb] hurting and whatnot.
Two [B] hours later, shooting pool at the thug [Ebm] spot.
25 [Eb] dudes in the ball magics, [B] and they wonder why we always fighting shit.
[Ebm] I blast you, [Db] homies, like the boy Yosemite.
[B] Just step if you want to test my authenticity.
[Ebm] People [Db] always ask the [B] same questions. _
[Ebm] No see why [Db] you always [B] so high. _ _
[Ebm] If you [Db] only knew how [B] I'm stressing, _ [Ebm] you [Eb] would surely understand [Gb] [B] why. _
[Ebm] Me, I'm getting [Db] high while my bra getting [B] low.
Driving down Martin Luther King very [Ebm] slow.
My enemies [Db] gonna catch it like the [B] flu.
One, two, maybe three, what the fuck I would [Ebm] do?
Clean it [Db] up, wrap the boy in the [B] sheet.
Cause you can't just leave them all twisted on the [Ebm] street.
Some sad, some [Db] happy with that girl [B] Jackie.
While my cousin at the war trying to help the Iraqi.
[Ebm] Living under [Db] pressure, I prayed for the [B] soldier.
Right across the street while she laid on the [Ebm] sofa.
My best friend's [Db] daughter got shot in the [B] flyby.
Thank God she lived, but the scars never [Ebm] quite died.
Lord hold [Db] me tight, fist around the [B] lip.
I feel like I can't breathe, I need revenge for this [Ebm] shit.
Every time [Db] I turn around I'm [B] tested.
As I roll another blunt out this ounce I'm blessed [Ebm] with.
People [Db] always ask the [B] same questions. _
[Ebm] No see [Db] why you always [B] so high. _ _
[Ebm] If you [Db] only knew how [B] I'm stressing, _ _
[Ebm] you would [Eb] surely [B] understand why. _ _
[Ebm] _ [Db] One time, one [B] time, Lord help me. _
[Ebm] One time, one [Db] time, Lord help me.
[B] _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ [Db] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[Ebm] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _

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