Chords for BUSY SIGNAL "THE DAYS" [Raw Version]

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_ _ [Fm] Howdy!
It's a euphorizer that is slum.
Hold on the water.
News on the [D#] hour.
A family of eight burned to death in Mountain View yesterday, heaving the homicide rate to a [F#] staggering 1,405.
66 less than last year's record-breaking body count, with [G#] just under two months remaining in the year.
[C] _ _ [F] Yeah, I stay conscious.
_ Ah!
[C#] _ _ _ _ [C]
Gotta [A#] get my bread, gotta keep my [F] head up.
These are the f**king days, when they died them in them teens of the f**king naves.
No few [C#] not have the grays, but them have the graves.
Picture [D] the sunshine facing between the f**king graves.
Ah!
[F] These are the f**king times, when the sneakers into all the nines.
Some were [C#] type and Jesus, and them commit the crimes.
Nothing [C] literate and still I read between the lines.
Ah!
[F] Those are the f**king dudes, claim them are your friend and want your f**king food.
Then, [C#] some of them are rap wise, some of them are rap wise, some of them are kill wise, some of them are [C] sh**ters like we need a real T.V. hour upon the f**king news.
[F] These are the f**king days, when you can't trust police with them guilty ways.
Driven [C#] high around the streets with the f**king case.
Yo, you [D] can't have arresting peace in your [A#] f**king grave.
[F] Ah!
Everyday the same sh**, different girl, same d**k, different flow, same s**t, different drugs, same [C#] sh**, same busy, different hits, with different messages.
[D] Reaching out to everyone in all the different communities.
[F] Yet, these are the f**king things, that make a f**king DJ wanna f**king sing.
Me can't [C#] believe the baby mother lost the beat in the inner the thing we're pissing [C] in.
Baby, fire beat, I read the thing I'm pissing in.
[F] These are the f**king days, you have to hustle in the streets like a f**king slave.
When the [C#] boss work the least, get the f**king raise.
You know, she [C] said they leave us, we stay where we placed.
Ah!
[F] Listen to these f**king facts, you know half a spit and two half a f**king glock.
C**p a [C#] w**sless mother n***** when your year it stop.
Another mother [C] born while she suffer [A#] the loss.
Ah!
[F] Welcome to these f**king streets.
Chalk line, white sheets, regular receipts.
Less [C#] fortunate get treated like some refugees.
But don't get [C] paid up, get paid up, stay on your feet.
[F] Right now we're at a f**king stage.
This day and age is like we locked up in a f**king cage.
And me and Kelly [C#] said this system need to be rearranged.
It's kinda [C] strange, me want to be by your range, but the price out of my range.
[F] Watch the f**king way you move.
Killers in the street always got something [Fm] to prove.
Watch your step, [C#] your bet and watch the f**king way you choose.
Careful how [Cm] you live your life, otherwise you're a refuse.
Ah!
[F] These days at the airport, the more you neck off, the more you kick off your air force.
Them take more [C#] your cologne, roll out your tooth case, one of them [C] airboat.
Me f**king hold up, me f**king clear up.
[F] These are the f**king days, when your office sink said these are the f**king days.
Yo, me can't [C#] believe said these are the f**king days.
While me sing [C] this hicka, please play the f**king [G] phrase.
Ah!
[F] _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [F] Gotta keep my word, gotta keep my head up.
Gotta keep my word, gotta keep my head [C#] up.
Gotta keep my word, gotta keep my head [C] up.
Stay [F] close, stay close.
Gotta keep my head up, stay strong.
Yeah.
Let's take [C#] a_
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Ah!
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