Drinking With My Headphones On Chords by E-Dubble

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The hands go [Eb] up, but they always [Bb] come down.
That's the [D] sad truth when you're living for the crowd.
[Gm] The show's been [Eb] over, but you still wanna [Bb] bow.
You should really hang [D] it up, but you're just too [Gm] proud.
The beat's too low, and [Eb] the vocals too [Bb] loud.
Even in [D] the booth, even having little [Gm] doubts.
You put your headphones [Cm] on and drink till you [Bb] pass out.
Praying for [D] a drought, help you shake the [Gm] dark cloud.
[Cm] I've not even been [Bb] around the block.
[D] Not even once, but [Gm] I look out the door.
[Cm] The corner's right there, [Bb] the coast is clear.
[D] My eyes are open, but [Gm] I'm aint in the chore.
[Cm] No reason to stop now, [Bb] there's nothing but pop clowns.
[D] So put your money down, put your [G] neck on the table.
[Cm] You're feeling so hot now, [Bb] you're calling the shots now.
[D] Switch things up, you gotta [Gm] shake that label.
Call it [Cm] what you want, call it what you [Bb] gotta.
It's a struggle in the [D] booth to make the truth sound [Gm] hotter.
Make you feel [Cm] proper, make you feel just [Bb] right.
Admit some [D] insecurities, just to help you sleep at [Gm] night.
So fall back if [Eb] you don't feel me.
I don't [Bb] even feel me.
Sometimes I [D] think that I just do the shit to [Gm] try and heal me.
Maybe [Eb] be appealing, maybe grow a [Bb] fan base.
But honestly, I [D] only make this music for my [Gm] own sake.
You want my [Eb] own take?
Here's my two [Bb] cents.
I don't need your [D] recognition, just a record with [Gm] depth.
An [Eb] intense one that lets me just [Bb] vent.
One that knows when I'm [D] happy or I wanna get [Gm] wet.
And guess what, [Eb] homeboy?
That's all I ever [Bb] need.
Introspection over [D] beats and a party for the [Gm] fiend.
A CD full of [Eb] songs and a mic for me to [Bb] speak into.
If music [D] speaks to you, please take [Gm] heed.
Think about it, write it [Eb] down, find someone who you can [Bb] teach it to.
I'm not [D] preaching, dude, I'm just trying to [Gm] cleanse.
A lyrical, [Eb] colonic shake of demons in my [Bb] head.
Sometimes you gotta [Gb] purge yourself to make it out of [Gm] bed.
The hands go [Eb] up, but they always come [Bb] down.
That's the sad [D] truth when you're living for the [Gm] crowd.
The show's been [Eb] over, but you still wanna [Bb] bow.
You should really hang it [D] up, but you're just too [Gm] proud.
The beat's [Cm] tight, the vibe is too [Bb] loud.
Even in the [D] booth, even having little [Gm] doubts.
Put your headphones [Eb] on and drink till you pass [Bb] out.
Brainforged [D] loud to help you shake your dark [Gm] clouds.
Inspiration don't come [Cm] cheap these days.
[Bb] So I go the opposite [D] direction, trying to keep this faith.
[G] No religion, but hip [Cm]-hop has given me the [Bb] opportunity to put 100 [D]% into something that is [G] true to me.
And usually my [Cm] moves will show up when I start [Bb] sipping.
Allow me to gas [D] myself up so I stop [G] tripping.
And overthinking and [Cm] analyzing everything I do.
[Bb] So I can find out why [D] life looks easier for you.
[Gm] How the hell did I [Cm] develop all this social [Bb] anxiety?
And fuck a Zoloft, [D] I roll off and get [G] high with these bottles and beers.
[Cm] Try to forget those years.
[Bb] I don't need a script [D] doctor, but let's say cheese [Gm] and tibac.
Say [Eb] sip, sip, sipping on the [Bb] jazzers.
And when your people's [D] on you, then you know it's gonna be [Gm] magic.
But when you're on a [Eb] vision quest, they say that it's a [Bb] hazard.
But trust me, I would never [D] let it turn into something [Gm] tragic.
There's been way too many [Eb] kids lost in my hometown.
[Bb] Must be something in the [D] watershed, cause I know now.
[Gm]
Suicidal teens ain't [Eb] born, they bred.
So give [Bb] them something to hope for, [D] instead of pulling the thread.
[Gm]
Unraveling all these [Eb] dreams at the seams.
I [Bb] believe in doing for self, but [D] it's nice having a team.
[Gm] That's why I self [Eb]-medicate, just to help [Bb] meditate.
Introspection is [Gb] arresting when you can't catch [Gm] a break.
The hands go up, [Cm] but they always come [Bb] down.
That's the sad [D] truth when you're looking for the [Gm] crowd.
The show's been over, [Eb] but you're still on the [Bb] bound.
You should really hang it up, [D] but you're just too [Gm] proud.
The beat's too low, [Eb] and the vocals too [Bb] loud.
Even in the [D] booth, you've been having little doubts.
[Gm] You put your headphones on [Cm] and drink till you pass [Bb] out.
You're in for a drought, [D] help you shake your dark [G] cloud.
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_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Gb] _ [G] In the sixteens, we were from [C] the panty scribbles explicit.
[Bb] Mike Booth is a closet [Gb] until the studio's finished.
[G]
Guaranteed, and when we [C] get legit, I'm gonna miss it.
[Bb] But until then, we circle [Gb] the wagon, stay on the mission.
[G] A hotbed of ideas, [C] upend of our best friends.
[Bb] I've driven through carpal tunnel, [Gb] let's help where the road ends.
[G] We're blazing our own path, [C] we work as our own staff.
[Bb] No paychecks get cut, [Gb] but fuck, we'll get past.
[G] I stay sipping the bourbon [C] and even though it's a weakness.
[Bb] I needed to find the freedom [Gb] to make real what I keep dreaming.
[G] I mean it, I promise I can [C] surely keep my seams sewn up.
[Bb] As long as I only have to [Gb] pretend to be a grown-up.
[G] These headphones are warm, [C] the paint's starting to fade.
[Bb] Highs starting to clip, [Gb] lows starting to wane.
[G] But no need to worry, [C] the music's gonna get made.
[Bb] And even when we pass out, [Gb] wake up to a new day [G]
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