Chords for Everlast - Don't Complain (Official Video)

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_ _ _ [C] _ _ [Bm] _ [G] _ [E] _
_ _ [C] I can't complain you [Bm] know.
[Em] _ [E]
We're wearing new sneakers and a fat [C] gold chain.
[Bm] We [G] do the good [E] cocaine.
We don't feel [C] no pain.
[Bm] So [G] yeah we don't [E] complain.
We're wearing gold people, no [C] blinding.
[B] We [G] got the money [E] and fame.
They don't treat [C] me the same.
[Em] But yo I know [E] who complain.
My backwoods status, life's a telematic.
[C] Born to cause static [Bm] like [G] radical [E] fanatic.
Jump out the vans with the semi-automatic.
[C] Rob all my friends [Bm] like a [G] fucking drunk addict.
[E]
Revolutionary, very necessary.
[C] You couldn't bust a cherry.
[Bm] Fuck [G] your commentary, [E] I'm so legendary.
Born again, rhyme [C] up.
Youngsters act scary [G] when they round the old timer [E] like
Yes sir, no sir, truly a tyrant.
[C] Farmer of [Bm] drama, [G] harvest in karma.
[E]
Kamikaze diorama, on suicide mission.
[C] My mental condition [Bm] bout to come [G] to fruition.
[E]
I'm all natural, no [C] preservative.
Style [Bm] superlative, [G] you don't deserve [E] to live.
We never truly die, think I was never [C] born.
Tell your [Bm] vision lies, [G] and watch that [E] murder porn.
We're wearing new sneakers and a [C] fat gold chain.
[Bm] We [G] do the [E] good cocaine, _ but we don't [C] feel no pain.
[Em] So yo we [E] don't complain.
Man the way I cope, people [C] don't fuck me.
_ [Bm] [G] We got the [E] money and fame, but they don't [C] treat me the same.
[Em] [E] So yo I don't complain.
_ [C] I smoke like [Bm] Willie, [G] Marty like [E] Waylon.
Wilder than David Lee Ross, I'm fat [C] alien.
Fat shit [Bm] crazier than [Em] Yankees have a [E] bailing.
Here's the smooth sailing on all these tough [C] waters.
Mothers love their [Bm] sons, and [G] fathers love their [E] daughters.
All the things they give us, and all the things they [C] bought us.
The love that first [D] made us, and [Em] all the things that [E] taught us.
Like doing honor fathers, loving all your [C] brothers.
And helping out your [Bm] neighbors when they [Em] need a [E] hand.
But every woman's solo and we're fucked like [C] we're Yolo.
And it's hard to tell a [Bm] woman [G] sometimes from a [E] man.
It's all a confusion, and everybody's [C] losing.
Living fake [D] lives up [G] on Instagram.
[E]
But everything's funny when you run for the [C] money.
While the devil [Bm] executes his fucking [G] master [E] plan.
Like brand new sneakers and a [C] fat girl chain.
[Bm] [G] We do the [E] good cocaine, but we [C] don't feel no pain.
[Bm] [Em] So yo we [E] don't complain.
And the way I cope, people [C] know my name.
[G] We got the [E] money and fame, but they don't [C] treat me the same.
[Em] So yo I don't [E] complain.
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