Chords for Nightmares Of The Bottom

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_ [Db] _ _ [Ab] Sleeping at the top, nightmares [Fm] at the bottom.
[Gm] Everybody wanna [Db] be fly till you spot em.
For whom am I to talk?
I ain't [Ab] shitting roses.
We in the same picture but we all got different poses.
[Ab] Now I'm looking in my rear view.
I see the world in it.
I try to slow down and I get rear ended.
Pause like a red light I'm dead right.
Highway to heaven God do you see my headlights?
They say you don't know what you doing till you stop doing it.
Well call me clueless cause I do this.
Attention all shooters I'm a shooting star.
Life is a course and I'm a shooting star.
Searching for today instead I found tomorrow.
And I put that shit right back man I'll [F] see what I find tomorrow.
Young money see em all blood like a scar.
Read the F baby [Ab] and the F ain't for flaw.
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[Db] _ yep, _ yep, _ yep.
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_ It's like I have it all but I don't have to worry.
Married to the money a true love story.
Only God can judge me I don't need a jury.
Nothing standing in my way like nothing's my security.
[Bb] Back to my journey that bullshit don't concern me.
If I knew I was going to jail I would have fucked my attorney.
If you sleeping [Ab] on me nigga then I hope you toss [Fm] and turn it.
I'm so cold I'm [F] hypothermic ask your bitch she will [Ab] confirm it.
Yeah, now what we doing with it?
Keep opening your grill I'm barbecuing with it.
I know my shit already tight so I ain't screwing with it.
Some say this game is a joke well I hope they get it.
Okay I'm walking on needles sticking to the point.
Yeah the streets is talking I'm familiar with the voice.
I'm a gangster by choice I hope my sons choose wiser.
Don't call me sir call me [Bb] survivor.
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[Ab] _ uh, _ _ _
[Db] _ _ [Cm] _ _ yeah, _ _ yeah, [Ab] _
[Db] yeah, _ _ _ _ _ uh.
Call me killer [Ab] cause I make a killing.
I got this shit wrapped up bow in a ribbon.
That's them [Db] point blocks you could call them siblings.
And them bullets travel better hope I keep [Bb] dribbling.
I touch the sky get the clouds out my [Eb] fingernails.
These [Ab] bitches think [Db] they fly like Tinkerbell.
[Ab] But they all on my wire like Stringer Bell.
[Cm] I let them be cause you know how that singer feel.
[Ab] Know how to whip that white girl I can spank her tail.
And I fuck up any track train to rail.
Know how to roll never need train wheels.
And when a true hurts I pop pain pills.
Uh, all or nothing all nothing else.
I believe reality I should cut myself.
Just had a bowl of riches and a cup of wealth.
And the F is for [F] fuck yourself.
Uh, _ _ _ yeah, _ [Eb] and I ain't [Ab] doing nothing but getting my share.
Breathing this air and Mac moms told me she gonna keep [Db] me in her prayers.
So I'm feeling alright I'm trying to stay aware.
And if you on [Ab] a trip then I'ma meet you there.
Tell my niggas in the game keep the game fair.
Players play coaches coach and cheerleaders cheer.
I'm trying to keep spirit when the ghosts disappear.
We's the F baby and the F ain't for fear.
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