Chords for SLICK KILLA - UR FINAL MESSAGE FEAT. PAIMON (MEMPHIS 66.6 EXCLUSIVE)

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[Bbm] _ [C] _ _ _ _ [F] I'm that loser here at night, when you're home alone, [Db] all this shit in my head, [C] yeah,
you don't wanna know, [F] I'm the least effective on your life, ain't my 44, [Db] till you're gone, _
[C] knife cuttin' straight to the [F] fuckin' bone, payin' full-time bills, don't know what the
fuck they [Db] for, tell them bitches what you [C] know, the devil can't fuckin' [F] help but notice,
darkness takin' over all their souls, the fuckin' [Db] terror on their faces, the [C] devastation
of their inner [Ab] form, and you see the [F] vital presence of the existence [Db] of questions, keepin'
startin' [Gb] to get [C] them help, the window for hidden [F] pills, I'm fippin' on fuckin' pills,
my decent case [Db] in the mental cells, look into my [C] fuckin' eyes, I'll face the face with [F] an
M on himself, my thoughts are givin' out, no effort means [Db] you're fuckin' free, no, I
prefer [C] to be the darkest, the [F] softest, ain't no rock, no die, hang a mother on the fuckin'
[Db] cross, execute this fuckin' [C] life, it's a mess, nothin' left of them [F] people, they gone, no
right there for the tomb, in this mess you've been [Db] succumbed to, got nothin' [C] left, except
the last thing you'll get, just [F] takin' you off of the passage, every [Db] second, perception,
you don't find no message, find a tip, see that, [C] you're the mother of your [F] majesty. _ _
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_ [C] _ _ _ Oh,
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[E] _ _ curse [Am] this red knife, with your [N] heart, my soul, all this shit in my [B] head, yeah, you
don't wanna know, underneath, [Em] thank you, it's your time to claim my holy [B] woe, take that
phone, knife, [Bb] knife, on your sleeve, that's [Ebm] a fuckin' phone, hand, a [E] little guilt, don't
wanna know, they blow, tell them bitches, [Bb] you know, it's a fuckin' [Gb] game, you know, you
know, it's [C] a fuckin' game, you know, I always love the [F] shit, you're a rock, now make this
the [Bb] best, it's what this is, a woman, yeah, [Eb] we _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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