Logic - Young Jesus ft. Big Lenbo (Official Video / Explicit) Chords

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_ _ _ It's me and B.I.G. I let me on cookin' like chemists.
Take em back to way back when like Dennis DeVenis.
Causing mayhem on the come up like a young apprentice.
Smokin' weed and gettin' higher than a flight attendant.
Hip hop, dissentin', gold Jesus on my pennants.
Gotta pull it out for everyone that's into tennis.
Okay, back in the day as a college cartoonist.
Still can't believe I didn't get a shorty pregnant.
Man, that's the definition of a life sentence.
A whole lot of beef, no bread, no lettuce.
Cause I couldn't keep it in my briefs.
Man, that's pathetic.
Fuck all that back and forth, this ain't a game of tennis.
I be in my motherfuckin' chamber like the Senate.
Scared to go outside, but I know I can't prevent it.
I'm forever alone in my mind.
See, I'm a self-diagnosed type of contract.
Either at the crib or on a tour, plus it's where you find me at.
I know that I'm livin' like I got it, okay yeah.
But I swear that I'm not that neurotic over here.
Over here, over here, over _ here. _
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Ayo, fuck all that.
It's the fat [Bbm] young Jesus low prestige is stuck the money to play in the field man like Regis better believe us
I leave his [Bb] brother your bitches cleavage like
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_ _ Baggies it'll be sipping on my
Skinny take him up.
He got bitches.
I'm on [G] scannable young cannibal.
[B] He whack em.
Seize that cannibal cuz your pet
She's my [Bb] spirit animal _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ We've been gripping had a sighting never hit in the return of the job
It's not that I do the show and catch a red.
I hope I said I leave them dead
I know I do [Bbm] this shit is over June past me to fit that I'm coming through the BID
I mean be on the way to Rio
I do [Bb] those meals looking for a little older brother down like the white man fuck Daniel.
Hey, yo enough's enough man
I'm not worried.
I never bluff even in the pair of cups.
No, we always keep it real
I got damn don't even step like I ain't the man.
I'm just real one rep in second.
I step in Maryland
I got a concealer like a murder weapon.
I kept in the glove rap back.
You know, it's all love
We the realest so fuck you if you ain't feeling so I'm all it off in your crib and tell them bitches to bill us
We the illness finger fucker [Eb] critic shit is talking then the chronicles of it.
I guess I did it why they bit it
You know, we got it Matthew with the ball.
Say the back for your mom.
Sound the alarm, [Bbm] you know, we got it going on _ _ _ _ _ _
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