Chords for Vic Mensa - Rage

_ _ _ _ Command we've lost control
_ The engines bound to crash
_ the lightning strikes [C] went by
_ _ _ Do not go gently
_ _ _ _ It's just [Ab] my luck
_ _ _ You shot my blood down from a thousand [C] miles.
I'm falling fast
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_ [Ab] I
Want you to rage into the night _ _
_ blaze into the light
before [C] your final flight
_ Before you fight your fight.
I want [Ab] you to rage into the night
I want you to know you know you're right
Before [C] your final flight
_ Racing _ _ racing red as a burning [Ab] road _ _ _ _ _ _
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[C] Oh _ _ _ _ _ _
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Always wonder [Ab] whether leaving miss something deeper than freedom to be able to see everything
I see when I'm sleeping [D] niggas waking up with no [C] job.
No mob lynching
We still hanging white man telling niggas to ball like Phil Jackson
[Ab] Pray to Jordan the play was enough to put up the bail and the train don't stop and we had to ride the [C] rails
Gas in the tank hardly enough to make it home.
They say homes where the haters
I'm from where they kill they all [Ab] probably film it on they phone a generation addicted
_ Technology problems we face is so [C] conflicted to take the burning road and just roll with the punches
Niggas thought I was gone.
I dare grows from the trenches [Ab] same faces.
We shot this is short
He's still in the way sometimes
I wish I could fly far far away when my [C] sins fall down like pouring rain almost slipped my not hope I don't fall
_ Standing [Ab] on my feet feel so small just to look into space
It's heavy just to stand there and wonder what waste [C] so much
We don't understand still right in front of my face a lot of match for the Jets.
[Ab] I want you to _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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Know you know you're right before [C] you find a ride _ _ _
_ racing racing
Red-eyes a burning [Db] road _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bbm] _ _ _ _ [C] Right in a burning [Ab] boat running low not a soul who can know
Except a man will sweat the burning ashes from [C] the road
I put the Halloween pistol out of the trunk inside my mouth until it's real but I don't that's fucking [Ab] dumb
How many thousands of kids you like to have mine without a clue about the times I give my life to have time
[C] I'm tired of waiting kind of chasing pills that I'm tired of taking tired of court cases
I'm tired of judges tired of saying fuck [Ab] it tired of ball around the [D] president decided
[Ab] It's just a gift two shots to [D] life only [Eb] got one [C] left
You can lose it in the night or you down it in the fifth or when the championship game as a man
I feel pain [Ab] as a king.
I feel rain [D] ask me how [Ab] to deal with fame as I write you from my [D] basement
The [Eb] cards ain't [C] changed yet niggas on 47 still feeling the same shit
Rocks flows ducking cops and [Ab] clothes came in the world naked now
I'm in all this fake shit trying to buy a Rolex can't [Abm] even face time.
[C] I feel like it's all wasted
Underground getting wasted.
I spent 1500 on these bottles in this [Ab] table.
I shake it before I pop
Promise I'm not stable what that boy do got [Abm] horsepower ignore [C] hours these days
I lose track of days been years since I [Gb] felt this way count on [Ab] me to rage _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ for [C] the final flight
_ before the final flight
_ I [Ab] want you to rage I _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Want [C] you to know you know you're right _ _
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