Sad Rappers Chords by Tom Macdonald

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Where'd all these suicidal sad rappers come from?
They shut up with those mumble rapper dum-dums.
They've been [Db] preying on [Gb] people with mental illness and [F] pretending to [Eb] relate to competing [Db] creative [Bbm] business.
They claim to be anxious, say they're [Eb] depressed.
They're faking it to gain something in common with some [Bbm] fans for a check.
It's overdiagnosed [Ebm] so it's becoming a trend.
They say you're [Bb] crazy or insane [Eb] or that you're sick [Db] in the head.
[Bbm] They romanticize the mental [Ebm] pain, we're barely surviving.
And [Bb] then they glorify [Eb] the men and [Bbm] women losing their lives.
I'm talking Cobain, Lil [Gb] Peep, Winehouse, Jackson, Williams, Cornell, [Bbm] Bennington.
Imagine all the icons that we buried probably [Ebm] turning in their graves.
That they can witness how the sickness getting [Bbm] used to get paid.
These rappers fabricating [Ebm] symptoms with fame.
But their mental illness is the [Gb] money on their [Eb] mind that started rotting their brains.
Y [Fm]
[Gb]'all ain't real.
From the chains to the gear to the girls' nostrils pain.
Talking tears, taking pills.
Y [Db]'all ain't real.
I see it in your eyes, all eyes.
Y'all guys don't know how we feel.
Y [Eb]'all ain't real enough to deal with us.
Don't feel the love.
Nah, nah, nah, nah.
Y'all just make [Bbm] believe.
You claim to be the same as me.
Nah, nah, nah, nah.
People die from depression.
These rappers cry for attention.
And it's in every single genre you could possibly mention.
From pop to electronic to rock [Gb] to indie to grunge.
They're trying to [F] hook you into [Eb] using the [Db] music like it's a [Bbm] drug.
It's you addicted to artists.
They [Ebm] manufacture to target all other [F] people in therapy.
Trying to [Bb] deal with their [Bbm] hardships.
Crafted and marketed till they [Ebm] had you convinced.
And if you follow that person, they make you fine [Db] in your skin.
[Bbm] They ain't really trying to help [Gb] you.
They don't want to make you better.
[Bb] It's a lie [Eb] they're trying to sell you.
[Bbm] So you always buy the records.
If you want to know the truth, they [Ebm] want you struggling forever.
[Gb] So you look to them for answers [Eb] with your visa or your debit.
[Bbm] It's like [Ebm] the record labels working for pharma.
They made anxiety trendy by [Bbm] using popular artists.
They used the rappers to promote prescription [Ebm] pills to the audience.
They [Gb] created the problems and sell [Eb] you pills.
So it's solved when it's [Fm] brilliant.
[Gb] Y'all ain't real.
From the chains to the gear to the grills.
Now it's pain, talking tears, taking pounds.
[Db] Y'all ain't real.
See it in your eyes, all lies.
Y'all guys don't know how we feel.
[Eb] Y'all ain't real enough to deal with us.
Don't feel the love.
Nah, nah, nah, nah.
Y'all [Bbm] just make believe.
You [Ebm] claim to be the same [Bbm] as me.
Nah, nah, nah, [Bb] nah.
Exploiting our problems to benefit.
They just want to get paid.
I spend all my money [Gb] on medicine.
Spend all [Eb] your money [Bb] on change.
Y'all just exploiting the misery.
Popping Xannies to fade.
While I'm throwing ones into [Gb] therapy.
[Eb] Cause all I know is rain.
_ [F] Y [Gb]'all ain't real.
From the chains to the gear to the grills.
Now it's pain, talking tears, taking pounds.
Y [Db]'all ain't real.
See it in your eyes, all lies.
Y'all guys don't know how we feel.
Y'all [Ebm] ain't real enough to deal with [Eb] us.
Don't feel the love.
Nah, nah, nah, nah.
Y'all [Bbm] just make believe.
You claim to be the same as me.
Nah, nah, nah, nah.
Y'all [Gb] ain't real.
From the chains to the gears to the grills.
Now it's pain, talking tears, taking pounds.
[Db] Y'all ain't real.
See it in your eyes, all lies.
Y'all guys don't know how we feel.
[Eb] Y'all ain't real enough to deal with us.
Don't feel the love.
Nah, nah, nah, nah.
Y'all just make believe.
You claim to [Ab] be the same as me.
[Bbm] Nah, nah, nah, nah. you _ _ _ _ _