Chords for Sean McGee - My Story (Explicit Version) [Official Video]

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_ _ Stupid motherfucker, I'm glad you here.
You're a stupid son of a- I can't believe this dumb shit that you done pulled off [F] on this fucking house.
This is my [Bb] fucking reputation that you put on the line.
Next [D] time you come out with that dumb shit, I'm gonna fuck you up, you understand me? _ _ _
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_ _ Me and my eyes and try to [G] feel my way.
Feel [F] how it feels to be left [G] out in the rain.
[Am] Each and every day there's someone [G]
judging me.
Worried [F] about my life and how I [G] live in these streets.
Every [A] day I wake up, got a [G] hundred different haters.
Time to [F] get this paper, stacks [G] ripped like _ elevators.
[Am] Elevators.
But no one [G] really wants to hear my story.
[F] That's why I'm all alone, there's no one here for me.
[Am] Me and my eyes and try to [G] feel my way.
Do you know [F] how it feels to be left [A] out in the rain?
Each and [Am] every day there's someone [G]
judging me.
Worried about my life and how I live in these streets.
Me [Am] and my eyes and try to [G] feel my way.
Do you know [F] how it feels to be left [G] out in the rain?
Each and [Am] every day there's someone [G]
judging me.
Worried [F] about my life and how I [G] live in these streets.
I got no [A] place to go, I'm [G] living home to home.
And no one [F] really knows, [G] _
what the hell is going [A] on.
How I feel inside, feelings I try to [F] hide.
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_ My daddy [A] don't know, my [G] mama don't care.
It don't matter [F] if I'm here, it don't [G] matter if I'm there.
So what I'm [Am] supposed to do in this [G] cold cruel _ _ _ [F] world?
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_ Do you know [F] how it feels to be left [G] out in the rain?
Each and [Am] every day there's someone [G]
judging me.
Worried [F] about my life and how I [G] live in these streets.
Me [Am] and my eyes and try to [G] feel my way.
Do you know [F] how it feels to be left [G] out in the rain?
Each and [Am] every day there's someone [G]
judging me.
Worried [F] about my life and how I [G] live in these streets.
Every [Am] day I wake up, got a [G] hundred different haters.
Daddy [F] gets his papers, text [G] it like elevators.
_ _ [A] But no one [G] really wants to hear my [F] story.
That's why I'm [G] all alone, there's no one here for me.
No one here for _ me.
Oh, [F] oh, _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [Am] oh.
Oh, oh, [G] _
oh.
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_ _ _ _ [F] _ Haters.
[G] _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] Elevators.
_ _ _ _ [F] _ My [G]
story.
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