Chords for Tyler, The Creator And Domo Genesis - Sam Is Dead

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_ _ _ _ _ I got a wife and two kids back home.
Nice big farmhouse.
[Gb] My wife make apple pie every Sunday.
I'm from [Bm] Florida, dog.
[B] What about you?
I'm from Cali.
I've been fighting for about [Gb] four years.
Started [N] when I was eight.
_ _ _ Get out of here, man.
This is my man's place. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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Motherfuckers.
_ _ Life [Abm] is a game if you want to [Bb] play.
Counting all your homies, snakes.
Living it with no delay.
So fast you get growing pains.
Smiling and show me [Abm] my ass to take the open lane.
I go [Db] insane.
All these problems coming [Abm] with my growing age.
Growing hate.
Trying to clear the doubt [Ebm] that's sitting on my brain.
I don't [C] complain.
But the fear inside me [Abm] feeling so restrained.
Gotta stay gold and let desire rekindle the flame.
Searching for the power in the youth while I'm freeing my brain.
Ring in the forest.
[Ab] You hear that fucking brass?
That's a little boy nigger [G] with the [Abm] trumpets.
Marching with the bandwagon.
Looking [Ab] for his heart.
No sleeve, but his hand carry muskets.
Perking in the meadows of Lillian.
[G] Motherfuck to peddle.
He's a leader, not a [Abm] puppet.
Some professors mad at you, but clump sticks.
Think before you peek [Bm] and aye, aye, [Gb] make assumptions.
_ Fuck the bullshit, bro.
I ain't getting in that water.
Niggas where I'm from, we don't get in that type of shit, bro.
Straight up, dog.
We ain't getting in that shit.
Fuck that.
No.
Straight up, dog.
Fuck it.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Niggas.
Niggas. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ You want [Gb] a story?
I write the shit that I find very amusing.
Cause all of they fucking [G] stories are [Abm] boring.
It's really awkward to know that a bunch of kids do adore me.
It's like a father to his fuckers.
You won't find me, you'll worry.
I'm still a kid in my heart, so I have a problem maturing.
But it'll come from [Ab] experiences [Gb] and shit I see [Abm] tippering.
I'm like a bird when I'm soaring.
Really high and I'm really horny from watching this porn.
No, but bring in the horns.
You hear that fucking brass?
[F] That's a little [G] boy, you nigger with [Abm] a trumpet.
Marching with the back wagon, looking for his heart.
No sleep, but his hand carry muskets.
Perky in the meadows, O'Livian.
[F] Motherfucker to peddle, [G] he's a leader, not [Abm] a puppet.
And some professors, nanny of the clump sticks.
Think before you peek and aye, aye, make assumptions.
[Ab] Niggas.
Who gave you [G] that?
[Ab] Grab it.
Grab it.
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Niggas.
_ _ _ [Fm] _ [G] [Ab] Niggas.
Grab it.
Grab it.
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_ _ Niggas.
Now _ [G] _ [Fm] _ _
_ _ _ [Db] _ [Bbm] _ [Ab] where's Tyler?
Bottom of the countdown.
Shit ain't been the same since I found out.
Hides [G] a beat, ghost [Fm] wrote for Bow Wow.
Now I'm the loud, shock value style foul [Db] mouth fucker.
That's your [Bb] teenage kid [Abm] likes to bow down.
Right in ground town in Seattle with the same shotgun.
Kirk used to click clack boom pow.
Still suicidal, but some assume that I'm [B] cool now.
Cause I got a fucking award in my own room now.
Nope.
Like a flip shit, like a couch pillow.
[Ab] And have my death [Em] silent like a [B] loose vowel.
The bandwagon turned into Caboose, so.
So don't [Em] let that little nigger trumpet [Ebm] sound.
Just let him play. _ _ _ _ _
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[Dm] _ _ _ _ Niggas.
[D] _ _
[F] [D] Shhhh.
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_ _ [Am] _ Niggas. _ _ _
The _ [D] boys are coming with their guns.
[A] _
You better run, son, you [E] run.
We can't hit him while the fuck is going.
_ [Ab] You better run.
[Am] _ [D] The boys are coming with the [A] AK boys.
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_ _ _ [Eb] [Dm] Simon [A] is dead.
_ [E] He's dead.
Run.
He's dead.
_ _ [A] Simon _ [Dm] _
[Am] is dead.
_ _ [E] He's dead. _
He's dead. _ _ _ _ _