Chords for Chance the Rapper - Everybody's Something (Official Video)

[Gm] _ _ [Db] _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ _ [Db] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Db] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ On the mic like you said shit.
_ _ _ _ _ You said, _ _ _ [Em] _ _ bro, [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb]
yeah.
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ Na na na [N] na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na [G] na na na na Uh huh.
_ _ 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 had a Twitter one day, if I would follow him.
Swallow them synonyms like cinnamon, cinnamon.
_ Keep all them sins at me.
It's down to a minimum.
Studious, gluteous, maximados, they sending home.
Six of they genitalia tallied up, ten of them.
I [C] slurred too many, pain kills down, I'm off a lot.
[Abm] I got a lot of off days, but [N] it ain't often that I'm off the clock.
Y'all know what I mean?
I got the Chicago blues.
We invented rock before the stones got through.
We [Db] just ain't even back cause the cops [C] shot you.
Buh buh, [Eb] bang bang, yelling [E] fuck Fox News.
[D] Boo your car, buckle up, mother fuck ops too.
Ain't no knuckling up, young, cause it's just not cool.
Nice.
Father New [G] Year, little finger Uncle Samuel.
To the death who waited dice [Ab] and hit his name for birthday candles.
[G] I know somebody, somebody loves my ass.
Cause [N] they help me beat my demons ass. _
_ _ Everybody, [G] _ somebody, _
[Ab] everyday.
_ _ I know you're [G] right.
_ _ _ Nobody's not there. _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] That's right.
_ Everybody, [G] _ somebody, [Eb] _
everyday.
_ _ [Ab] I know you're [G] right.
_ _ _ Nobody's not there.
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ [Cm] That's right.
_ _ _ Everybody, somebody, _ _ everyday.
_ _ _ [Fm] That's [Eb] right.
_ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
Nobody's not _ there.
I know you're right.
[C] I _ 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 a thing that I talk [Abm] 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 devil with two left feet and I'm pigeon toed.
In two small point ballet shoes with a missing soul and two [Gb] missing toes.
[E] But it's love like [D] Cupid kissing a [Eb] mistletoe.
Father New Year, little finger Uncle Samuel.
To the [Ab] death who waited [Cm] dice and hit his name for birthday candles.
I [Eb] know somebody, somebody loves my ass. _
[Cm] Cause they help me beat my demons ass. _
[Eb] _ _ Everybody, _ somebody, _
[Ab] _ [Cm] everyday.
_ _ _ That's [Eb] right.
_ _ Nobody's not there.
_ [Ab] [Cm] I _ _ [F] know you're [Eb] right. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Ab] _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ [Gm] _ [F] _ _ _ [N] _