Chords for JOKER

I'm sick, _ _ [Ebm] _ _ [F] _
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_ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ _ [C] but I think you know that already.
[Ebm] You call me evil, but how would you know it [E] unless you live it [Bbm] already?
You think you're better, right?
Because nobody's seen what you've done in the dark, but if [Ebm] I put your life in this light,
you would [F] crumble and fight to survive or die, but bitch, [Bbm] I fucking knew that already.
I ain't special, [Ebm] but I specialize in making you feel [F] especially stupid for judging a human
while you [Bbm] sit at home and the whole world can't watch what you're doing or following,
hate all your movements.
[Ebm] I ain't complaining, but I know the people who do [F] it are sicker than me, and I'm [Bbm] sick
of defending my losers.
Yeah, you think you know me because you double tap on a picture.
I [Ebm] hate the fact that you judge me as [Bbm] driving me crazy, so when it's too deep, I say,
fuck it, and dry this, I'm legal.
I write these verses in blood, I got chapters, but they through my [Ebm] heart is a biblical scripture,
and I ain't a prophet, [Bbm] but I can predict that you'll never catch happiness till you
the picture, so please continue to laugh.
If I'm a clown, you a [Ebm] circus act, but now I rap, it's in a surgeon's [F] mask, because
now I place every [Bbm] syllable in a deliverable fashion from first to last, and cut back with
the message that's [Ebm] hidden in melody, making them [F] think and ask.
If I was the one on the table [Bbm] pushing giving birth to rap, maybe it was me.
Maybe you like all my [Ebm] music, but don't really actually love me.
Maybe [F] you just want a picture.
Maybe you just want to see [Bbm] me, because you need some money.
Maybe you think that I'm happy.
Maybe you think the [Ebm] reality like in my post is repairing a [F] hole, and it's actually shaking
and [Bbm] cutting the soul right out of me.
I think I'm sick.
I feel a rush of emotion whenever I [Ebm] post up a pic.
I got a [Eb] problem.
I'm in the studio rapping while this girl is sucking my dick.
She cut a hole in my heart, now I feel it with women who love [Ebm] me, because they think
I'm rich, and if I be honest, [F] I just was a bitch when I cared, but [Bbm] I really do not give a shit.
So what's your excuse?
What helps you sleep?
[Ebm] You leave a negative comment not knowing [F] what you sow, you will [Bbm] reap.
I guess you smile when you post, thinking you're hurting me, but you [Ebm] see, the way the
brain [F] works, you become what you speak.
[Bbm] I need peace, but y'all can offer that.
[Ebm] I held my ground, I didn't sell my soul.
I said, [Bbm] fuck the fame, y'all can take that offer back.
Fuck the show, you can't take me off the rack.
All the fame is not worth the heart attack.
[Ebm] You're insane.
You're in pain.
I [F] can tell by what you're [Bbm] saying, but my bad.
[Gb] I forgot you were fragile.
I [Ebm] forgot someone who doesn't even [F] know me told you I'm an asshole.
I [Bb] forgot that I'm the villain.
I forgot [Gb] that I've always spread [Gb] positivity, but you [Ebm] think I didn't.
I [F] forgot that hatred stems [Bbm] from people who hate their own existence.
[Gb] I forgot I'm better off alone.
[Ebm] I forgot I care for everyone's [F] happiness, but forget about my [Bbm] own.
I forgot I spend every [Gb] waking second on my phone.
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_ [Bbm] Come join my circus.
[Ebm] I'm recruiting.
I'm taking everyone who passes judgment, [F] bitch, that's including.
[Bbm] Everyone who thinks it's so amusing, to [Gb] put me down while I'm pursuing.
The keyboard warriors that live online behind the [F] screen, that's just an [Bbm] illusion.
Come, come, come, come join my circus.
[Gb] You fucking prick.
I'll fuck you till you love me, [F] then pay you to do some tricks.
I don't need [Bbm] a doctor.
I need a bag of nails and [Gb] bricks.
A lay down on the floor so if you fail to land a flip, [F] you can feel what I felt when you tried [Bbm] to sink my shift.
Let [Gb] me explain.
You all help me financially gain.
I spend my money on mental health [F] books and read them just [Bbm] to control all my pain.
I don't wear clothes, but watch [Gb] this chain, and just like you, this chain is fake.
I wear it to [F] distract you from the blatant [Bbm] sadness written on my fucking face.
[Gb] What'd you expect?
Did you think I was immune to what you were saying and didn't [F] see all of the disrespect?
Do you think [Bbm] I'm not human, have no [Gb] feelings?
Or maybe you think I'm fucking weak and now I'm pleading.
Maybe you [F] think I'm just too [Bbm] good and that I'm fucking cheating.
[Ebm] Or maybe, just maybe, [F] you're blind and the hate [Bb] inside your heart clouds your eyes [Ebm] and your mind
and your ears when I rhyme, even though [F] _ the best of all time.
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_ [Ebm] Maybe you're just a fucking bitch and [F] I can't-
[Bb] Stop comparing me to people [Gb] who are not in my league.
I'm [Ebm] saying I don't believe in [F] God just because you can't read.
Stop [Bb] making fake profiles so you [Gb] can spam my feed.
I'm not alone.
I know there's millions [F] out there just like me.
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