Chords for 4ria - JUDGMENTAL C*NT

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_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ Look, look, look at these problems you started [Bm] yourself
While I sharpen my skillset for stardom to [Dm] pelton
Propel you to melt so please pardon my [E] yells
Cause my therapist [Em] says I'm too hard on [E] myself
And I harp on the shit that [Eb] you did so unwell
It exists in conditions I'm starving in [A] cell
Instead of stay timid get lost in my shell
And I'll run a new scrimmage like Johnny Macell
Bitch I quit drinking I'm sick and [E] in vomit
I belch and make it and I think I can [Dm] offer some help
[Ab] All of my thoughts they just [E] linger like prisoners sit and I clink
[Dm] Wish I could just be more [C] limber or be less [E] distinct
Instead I yell tamer depressions and [Dm] sink while my temper that [D] shit all grows heavy
I vent to my shrink till [E] it's slender as feathers
[Dm] Meticulous new [Am] repetitions I let it [E] relinquish what I can't remember so tender
[F] But what difference does it make with the distance that I [E] take
I'd rather never win than try to blend in with you [F] face
I'll sit depressed and jump to the center bottoms of [Bm] lakes
You rush to fuck so express yourself cause you're not how I [F] behave
I don't wanna spend anymore time trying to [E] debate
I'm still trying to climb a ladder up to meet my [A] fate
As the time shatters rewind when I'll [E] line all your lies
With my laughter I'll run and [A] sublime
And latch onto my habits I find when I [Am] manic
Until I go peak on my passion is bleak
[Dm] Until you all reach my new absence
[Ab] Let that all read as my way of now getting [Am] complete
And redeeming the panic that shit is no feat
It's a means of me slamming you hoes into [Fm] granite
You hoes all go show off your [E] glow into cameras
Instagram models be damned if I [Dm] cannot fuck
All of those filters can't help with the [E] damage
Just cause you're a six just like digits from [F] Canada
Business as usual [E] city is cancerous
Writtens I drew the truth so [Am] much less glamorous
Can't handle gambles I travel from [E] lands where I drag my love forward with bags of drugs
[F]
Backing up I've got a lack of trust [Gb] from all the knives in my bag
I'm not backing up cause all these [F] wounds make my breathing hard
Leave your damn [A] asthma dust [E] you've got a bag of tricks
While I've got [F] active love, folding wraps, captive connect
I know like it's a bag of plugs
Sold off the rap list song you're also [Bb] old
But you're acting young, [A] tricks are for kids and I told them I had enough
Look at these palms you started yourself
While I [E] sharpen my skillset for starting to pelt
[A] And propel you to melt so please pardon my yells
Cause my therapist says I'm too hard on myself
And I harp on the shit that you dissed and want [E] well
In existing conditions I'm starving to tell
Said I stay timid, get [A] lost in my shell
And I run a new [E] scrimmage like Johnny Mansell
Look at these palms you started yourself
While I sharpen my skillset for starting to pelt
And propel you to melt so please pardon my yells
Cause my therapist says I'm too hard [A] on myself
And I harp on the shit that you dissed and want well
In existing [E] conditions I'm starving to tell
Said I stay timid, get lost in my shell
And I run [E] a new scrimmage like Johnny Mansell
Look at you, look at you
You little judgmental cunt now bitch look [A] at you
Look at you, look at you
You little [E] judgmental cunt now bitch look at you
Look at you, look at you
You little judgmental cunt now bitch look at you
Look at you, look at you
You little judgmental cunt now bitch look [N] at you