Chords for Aesop Rock - Dokken Rules Feat. Rob Sonic

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[Gb] _ _ _ [G] 1, [Ab] 1, 1, 1, [A] 1, 2 and freeze, don't nobody move, 1, 2 and freeze, don't nobody move,
1, 2 and freeze, don't nobody move, don't nobody move, don't nobody move, 1, 2 and
freeze, don't nobody move, 1, 2 and freeze, don't nobody move, 1, 2 and freeze, don't
nobody move, don't nobody move, don't nobody move, don't nobody move, don't nobody move.
Spell 666, start 69, click, give us telephone, a Viking funeral, buy pitch, treble hook,
two birds, cheap thrills, free meal, fake cake, jelly stone, park widget, free wheel.
He sell late car, money, burnt cassel frames, half his life is likely to be Nikes on the
L train, no one on his dog tour, pocket full of deer blood, the only thing that's stopping
him is docking and his ear buds.
Off a round wound, found everything he loved, crushed down to a cube, the new Calhoun, Chow
line, two leads, routing medicine and gruel, one is submerging money, the other jettisoning
fuel, identical water separated pools, he was clever but it wasn't ever neighborhood degenerate
approved, in suit, boot box, Fonzie, promptly, boats on his neck, one tube sock wonky.
16 panel hat, mutton choppin' in, relax, double pitch the chesty, got the espionage
camel's back, handle that uffy with a timely parry, and get all up in your kitchen money
There is a wildly elusive moment of bliss, in the spaces between being told you are shit,
I would openly suggest identifying the closest and collectively agreeing to meet if the sky opens.
Ma'am, ma'am, ma'am, ma'am, ma'am, ma'am, ma'am, ma'am, ma'am, ma'am, ma'am, ma'am, ma'am, ma'am,
I'd like to speak to a supervisor.
One, one, one, one, one, one, two and freeze, don't nobody move, one, two and freeze, don't
nobody move, one, two and freeze, don't nobody move, don't nobody move, one, two and freeze,
don't nobody move, one, two and freeze, don't nobody move, one, two and freeze, don't nobody
move, don't nobody move.
_ Bank, Kelly, bro, Lova, Pardi Guess who's on his date, Tar-Tar, but we're hardly Pet
Food, Charly, Check Booth, Brodie's right, you're gonna need a bigger boat and a holy
Aggravated people driving lemons over limits with a neck bop stemming in a cartoon physics
Smart moves, taught never broadcast, holes in his armor, end up another poached fauna
Handcuffed down to a toothless T's who got an X-mark mouth and a hooch machine
With eyes that tell the story of the woods that fed her
And a chest that sells the ending when it's pushed together
Been through the desert on a horse that's stainless
Now I'm driving through the city in a Porsche naked
Shores invaded by the new marines that tear the roof off this mother like Buford T
On train, pap with a pen name, chest pain, Betty out, liver's on, end game
Anyway, step around the rhythm of the bed rain, get awake or horn, stand by, can't frame
Spare me the genetics to ratch the smile, hurty
Flashlights strapped to the calf of a wild turkey
Package of mild jerky, Captain Al Hurty
There's a man with a mask and an app that can dial Fergie _ _ _ _
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_ One point, please don't nobody move, don't [E] nobody move,