Chords for Logic - Dad Bod (Official Audio)

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[Cm] [B] I'm a _ _ [Fm] _ [A] _ _ _
[B] dad, this my life, this the type of shit [C#] I write, I [A] was hungry, I was hungry,
in the basement, now that boy he full [Cm] of life, [B] smoking dope as a kite, only when that [Fm] baby
said I had [A] the crib though, take my shorty to Nobu and [B] dig up in the rear though, take
my shorty to Nobu and [C#] dig up in the [A] rear though, yeah, _
[Cm] [B] cause back in my day it was food [C#] stamps,
[A] and I loved my wife like I am Chance, I bet [B] you'd rap about the shit me and him rap about
[C#] if you ain't [A] ever made it out, but you ain't never had a [Cm] chance, [B] circumstance, way of [C#] life,
[A] my decisions, I made them right, [B] chilling with the homies at the crib, [C#] I'm the vibe
[A] div, this the life I live, you ain't know [C] about it, [B] in the studio with no ID, [F#] make a
couple [A] platinum records, and that bitch in it, I give a body, [B] on the 101 my wife text
me, [C#] talking bout you [A] gotta get home, feed your son, girl don't trip [Cm] about it, [B] walk up
in white applesauce and broccoli, [C#] little Bobby [A] better eat your greens, boy don't you be
livid about it, I'm upgraded, why [B] they waitin', will they love it, will they hate it, who
[A#m] gives a fuck [A] though, rappers praying they next, this [Cm] shit is [B] cutthroat, I'm living on
another planet, [C#] my manic [A] depression make me constantly want to panic, I'm stressing on
[B] stage, pretending everybody undressing, I [Fm] think I'll never learn [A] my lesson, fuck it,
ayo I'm on that [Cm] lyrical, [B] poetic, rhetoric, lyrical, miracle, [C#] satirical shit, [A] if you don't
like my conscious rap, you won't like my material [B] shit, love em or hate em, everybody, no [Fm] logic
can spit, [A] used to be up to date on that rap [C] political shit, [B] but now they sum up to my
[F#] elbows and every [C#] single inch [A] of my body and my baby shit, I can tell you [B] more about diapers
than modern rappers and [C#] cyphers, I used [A] to be about to be rappers, I'm a Kai Pfeiffer,
[Cm] hit the stage, [B] grip the mic, murder you like a pro-lifer, [C#] but I'm done [A] now, I got a son
now, fuck the rap [D#] game, I'm done [B] now, chilling with the homies at the crib, [C#] bumping clock
[A] div, this the life I live, yeah I ain't [C] nobody, [B] studio with no ID, [A#m] make a couple [A] platinum
records in that bitch and then I drip about it, [B] on the 101 my wife text me, [C#] talking bout
you [A] gotta get home, feed your son, girl don't trip [Cm] about it, [B] walk up in with applesauce
and broccoli, [A#m] little papi [A] better eat your greens, boy don't get me lip about it, [B] they
say that that boy done changed, [C#] he don't rap [A] about his everyday life, he ain't the same,
[Cm] god damn, [B] already had a hard life once, [C#] am I supposed to [A] recreate it, every album for
you cunts, ok, [B] you wanna hear about my everyday, I wake [C#] up, I wake [A] my son up, then I feed him
and lead him [D#] into his car [G#] seat, drive up the street down to Target, [C#] don't do [A] hard drugs
or be my wife, fuck the paparazzi, still [B] wanna start shit, I don't answer [C#] they questions,
I [A] leave em in the dark bitch, then I walk [Cm] through the [B] automatic doors, a couple fans
spot [C#] me, but shit [A] I ain't on tour, I ain't trying to ignore, but I head to [B] aisle 4, cause
my drawers stank as fuck [C#] and I need [A] some new doors, then I spot some more fans [Cm] staying
hella [B] hardcore, ask you for a pic [Fm] and I say [A] sure, scratch my dick and shake his hand,
[B] shaking uncontrollably, he tells me I'm the man, [C#] now I'm headed [A] to aisle 3 for some
bounty paper [Cm] towels, I also [B] grab some wet wipes to clean the shit from my [C#] bowels, [A] a
really hot girl walks by with a fat ass, but I'm just [B] wondering if hefty really holds
the most [C#] trash, forgot [A] my card at home, thank god I brought some [Cm] cash, then I grab [B] some
preparation aids for the critics up my [C#] ass, head [A] to aisle 5 for some Sardis Mask cereal,
is [B] this what you wanted, everyday life material, [C#] I'm not [A] a kid anymore, be sure shit's boring,
[D#] made it [B] out the basement, now my bank account's [C#] soaring, most [A] exciting part of my life is
probably touring, don't get [B] me wrong I love fans in every single [C#] city, but [A] hotels suck
and the internet is shitty, [Cm] I mean, [B] why rap about everyday shit [F#] when I can murder punchlines
[Cm] and sound dope like this, [B] chillin with the homies at the crib, [Fm] I'm [A] papadip, this the
life I live, you ain't know [Cm] about it, [B] we're the studio with no ID, [Fm] make a couple [A] platinum
records in that bitch and then I dip her body, [B] on the 101 my wife text me, [Fm] talking bout you
[A] gotta get home, feed your son, girl don't trip [Cm] about it, [B] walk up in with applesauce
and broccoli, [Cm] little bobby better eat your greens, boy don't get me lipobotic
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