Y Chords by The Pharcyde

[F#] _ [A] _ [F#] All of the_
Why is that?
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_ [F#] _ _ [F] _ _ [G#m] _ _ [Em] _
_ [F#m] _ _ [F] _ _ [Fm] _ _ [G]
I'm thinking, [F#m] mentally sinking, presently breaking, two [F] decades and a [G#] half, creating a path for mine to [G] follow.
The world is hollow [F#m] yet it's full of crap, prepare to gamble.
I [C] give you a handful of [Fm] tips and tips, so what's to come?
I [G] cried a ton of tears, drugged a [F#m] ton of beers,
It's fun to fish but learn to persevere [C] throughout the [G#] years.
Kept my ears open, [G] eyes open, mouth locked.
No rock [F#m] to vote if [F] you can't swim, nobody may not be there [G#] with a limb [G] to lend.
This is the end, [F#m] still I can't explain the fact.
[F] [Fm] Fuck shit gotta be [Em] like that.
_ [F#m] It's gotta be like that, [F] hear me [Fm] tell me why it's gotta be like [G] that.
Know why I said it, [F#m] hear me clear and know it's so severe and [Dm] dreaded,
[Fm] That they need to be beheaded, [Em] why?
I'm [F#m] readily, steadily, stimulating [F] and [G#] mutilating all sloppily [A] copied imitations,
Cause they're irritating, so I'm intimidating them over [F] the snare,
With simply a stare, bringing them turbulent [F#m] tether, and they know this cause they can feel it.
He knew that it was mine, still the sucker tried to steal it, so I had to [G] repeal it,
Through proving [F#m] that I am astonishing and flaunting by just winking my eye in a flash.
[G] I flush out [F#m] the face laying low-key, trained eyes locate to focus on the phony,
Mr.
Sometimey Homie, why he act like [F] that?
I thought he had my [Fm] back, I thought he had our [D] backs,
But it was him, [A] who I should've never trusted,
[F] And not at least until he got [Fm] his attitude adjusted,
[G] Or mouth busted [F#m] for acting all justice.
[F] But, but this now when [Fm] I'm out I seek and sort out the [G] whole scene,
For often [F#m] it's the type sneaks that [F] scheme,
They come into [Fm] my face, I send them sight men [G] home,
When they be [F#m] suffering from the double [F] agent syndrome.
[G#] Why, why he gotta be like [G] that?
[F#m] Tell me why, why he gotta be like that?
Tell [Fm] me why, why he gotta be like [G] that?
Tell me why, [F#] why he gotta be like that?
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Sometimes [F#m] this world means everything to me,
[Am] The insight [Fm] is love into desires [G] I see,
And sometimes in [F#m] my mind all I wanna do [F] is cry,
Highly off [Fm] set but nothing drops from [G] my eyes,
Thoughts rain out [F#m] my skin cause I'm pissed from within,
[Am] I see a [G#] situation [G#m] now and all I do is grin,
People think [F#m] I'm high but I'm mentally grappling,
[C] Aging in [F] short time [G] cause life's unraveling,
While I'm [F#m] strapping in walls of this [C] fucking flight,
I hate to be [Fm] a pilot, [Em] crashing in the flight,
People need [F#m] to know about this thing called [F] a light,
Cause if you see [G#] the light then life's [G] alright,
So can you take it [F#m] down?
Why, why [Dm] he gotta be like that?
Tell me [G#] why, why he gotta be like that?
[F] Tell me why, why he gotta be like that?
I jumped inside the jeep as I embark on my dark mission,
Popped in my freestyle team, start reminiscing about my little homie,
Who was raised in Wyoming, wanted to be famous,
So he came to [C] California on the microphony,
Was super bad and whatnot, [Am] but he was the kind of fella,
To follow fast that was hot, he became so [C] fascinated,
With that gang related [A] flavor that he,
[G] Modificated, rearranged his behavior,
He hooked up [F#m] with, with the influential [F] slang,
Gangsters [G#] throw cornrows, the [G] hoes bang,
Ragging [F#m] and boasting, boasting and [F] bragging,
How we mostly be [G#] hanging with baby G's, I [A] was bagging,
Like why you tryna hoo-ride up on [F] the bandwagon,
Hoping to hit him in the head, but he [Bm] said he sagging,
Like he [F#m] a hog, creeping through the [Am] smog,
Smoking on [G#] some endos, sipping [Bm] on a cup of ho-dog,
Like most [A] who come to this West Coast [Am] society,
Try to be [D#] because they think it's fly to be a [G] Venice,
So what a [F#m] relic way to end this,
[F] Got rolled up when he was [G#] stolen on a Sunday up in [F#] Venice,
Niggas never [A] listen, they gotta learn their lesson,
The hard way I'm guessing, [D#] yes,
[F#] D-D as I hit the beat, [A] and [F#m] make a right on [Am] Weston,
Pops in my [G#] head the proverbial [F#m] question, why
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