Chords for Sage Francis-Gunz Yo

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[Gm] I'm on fire, I'm on fire
Me too, me [C] too
_ [Eb] _ _ [Gm] Guns, yo!
I keep one in my pillowcase, it keeps me safe [G] when I sleep
Still I keep awake, what if my dream girl pays a midnight visit?
I see the world through the scope, but I gain no insight with it
When I get introspective, I put the safety on
Make these songs with the biscuits sittin' in my shaky palms
I'm a man now, real man
Not [C] the one who went to two colleges, [Eb] groveling over meal [Gm] plans
I'm staring at the ceiling fan, all wide-eyed, amazed
By [G] the ways the blades break the silence, I used to be afraid to fire it
It sounds sorrowful, and now I'm startin' to hate the quiet moments
Might remind you of a mic, by the way, I hold it to the grill
A homophobic rapper, unaware of the graphic nature of phallic [C] symbols
Tragically ironic, [Eb] suckin' off each other's gaps [Gm] in pistols
I got more back issues than guns and ammo, cause my Uzi weighs a ton
And I never let go of the handle, hangin' on to my pant leg
Double-fisted, knee deep [G] in shells, kickin' ballistics
This dick is a detachable penis, [C] an extension of my [Eb] manhood
Positioned like a [Gm] fetus, an intravenous hookup
Feeds bullets to my [C] magazine, never mind the [Eb] bullets
My pistol is a [Gm] sex machine
_ Sex [Bb] machine
_ I [N] bust it, I got another gun
I keep it in my briefcase, it keeps me safe at my workplace
[G] Cubicle gangster, who's in need of personal space
I'm the [C] angster of love, unable [Eb] to look girls in the face
[Gm] Cause I know that only stupid people increase the birth rates
I'm just about dumb [G] enough to hold up a sperm bank
Make my demands and then facilitate fur trades
Empty the birdcage and [Cm] release the mermaids
I got a [Gb] water gun, I keep it in [Gm] my mouth
It keeps me safe from the things I like to speak about
But words are leaking out, and all these smiles that I crack
Are like a dam on the verge of collapse
There ain't no turnin' back, in fact, I can't hold down
My fluids can't retract statements without water displacement
Flooded the basement and [G] sought refuge
Removed my waterproof vest and then I kicked off my [C] wet shoes
Made it to [Eb] dry land, pistol in hand
[Gm] Fistfuls of ammo riding on a camel through the desert sand
Lucid dreams are a lot like computer screens
People have pretentious conversations, but I shoot the breeze
Blow a hole straight through [Cm] their long-winded theories
Hold my own and make songs for them to [Gm] sing with me
It's the same type of heat that Milly used
To break the ice with Santa Claus when she made [G] him sing the Christmas blues
Capitalists strung her up for killin' him
Every manufactured holiday, they sacrifice another victim
Before wartime depression sets in
I get to steppin' and shoeshine my weapon
I'm hemorrhoid, I'm the leader
[C] You're dead like DeLa
I [Eb] hold my cross like a 9mm
[Gm] Guns, yo, all night
Me and you, me and you
Fire, all night
Me and you, me and you
Guns, yo, all night
Me and you, me and you
Guns, yo, all night _
Guns, [Db] yo, all night _ _ _