Chords for Chance The Rapper - Everybody's Something (feat. Saba and BJ The Chicago Kid)

[Gm] _ _ [Db] _ [Cm] _ _ _ [Fm] _ [Ab] _
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[Abm] _ _ _ [Db] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ [G] On the mic, I can see it.
_ _ _ This _ shit.
_ _ _ _ _ Bro.
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] Yeah.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [E] Na na na na [F] na na na [N] na na na na na na na na.
_ [G] _ _ _ _ What's good good?
And what's good evil?
And what's good gangstas?
And what's good people?
And why God phone die every time that I call on him?
If his son [N] had a Twitter one day if I would follow him.
Swallow them synonyms like cinnamon, cinnamon.
_ Keep on them since I mean sample one minimum _ studio's gluteus maxima.
Those are sitting at home.
[Em] Fix it.
Agent Italian tallied [C] up to the bar.
I slurred too many.
Thank you.
Down.
I'm off a lot.
[Abm] I got a lot of off days, but it ain't often that I'm off the clock.
Y'all know I mean, I got the Chicago blues.
We invented rock [Eb] before the [G] stones got through.
We just ain't back.
[Bb] Cause the cops [Eb] shot you.
Buh, buh, bang, bang.
[Bb] Yelling [G] fuck Fox News.
Booyah, cock buckle up.
Motherfuck ops too.
Ain't no knuckling up young cause it's just not cool.
Nice to see the father new year.
Finger Uncle Samuel.
Putting decorated dice [Ab] in his name for birthday candles.
[G] I know somebody, somebody loves my ass. _
[Ab] Cause they helped me beat my demons ass. _
[C] _ [G] Everybody, _ _ somebody, [Ab] every day.
_ I know you're [G] right.
_ _ Nobody's laughing. _
[Ab] _ _ _ _ _ That's [Gm] right.
Everybody, _ _ [G] somebody, [Eb] _
every day.
[Ab] _ I know you're [G] right.
_ _ _ Nobody's laughing. _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ That's right.
_ Everybody, _ _ _ somebody's everything. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ That's right. _ _ _
Nobody's laughing.
_ _ I know you're right.
[C] I [Fm] used to [N] tell hoes I was dark light or off white.
But I'd fight if a nigga said that I talk white.
And both my parents was black, but they saw it fit that I talk right.
When my drawers hit it, but my hard head stayed in the clouds like a lost kite.
_ But gravity had me up in a submission hole.
Like I'm dancing with the [E] devil with two left feet and I'm pigeon toed.
And two small point ballet shoes with a missing sole and two missing [Gm] toes.
But it's love like you be kissing a mistletoe.
Like I'm dancing with Father New Year, Uncle _ Samuel.
Putting [Eb] decorated dice in his name for birthday candles.
I know [G] somebody, somebody loves my ass. _
[Ab] Cause they helped me beat my demons ass.
Like cats just duck [G] in a draft and now the fight is over.
The type to love from a [Cm] distance, not the type that told her.
Spend three days [G] on the rap, trash it and type it over.
With babies on the [Ab] block, under arms like fighting odors.
Coppers and colders [G] hold your head like two pockets.
Obviously they all on a [Eb] come up.
[Gm] With better chances to [Ab] bargaining in the fucking [G] summer.
Concocting for the bad days and a condom for the good ones.
All eyes against us, [Ab] we trying to get lucky.
Dope and [Gm] then lucky.
Yo, and the happy, that's only a [Abm] tugging.
Like Satan [Dm] masturbating.
Shit come hot, but y'all still [G] love me.
How far the time of death be?
Maybe I'm adopted, that'll explain why.
All of my shipping so timeless.
_ _ Everybody, [Cm] _ _ _
somebody's everything. _ _ _ _ _
Nigga, _ _ nobody's nothing. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] Nigga, _ _ everybody, _ _ somebody's [Cm] everything.
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
Nigga, _ _ nobody's nothing.
[Ab] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Everybody, _ _ _ _ _ _ _
somebody's everything.
_ _ _ That's right.
_ _ [Ebm] _ Nobody's nothing.
Nobody's nothing.
_ [Cm] I know you're right.
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