Chords for Veldt

Wait, then tell me I'm way too manic, too busy standing in Brockhampton and killing choruses out of near a store
[Ab] You should consider up in your standards to grab a stolen romantic, you can't compare what's [Gb] present and what's at store
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_ _ [F] _ I didn't ask you anything and [Gb] I stopped, all these first impressions got [Eb] me too afraid to [Fm] talk
So honestly just what I thought, there is no expression on the face of [Bb] God
You are listening to a child's recording
And please don't lay me on box, [Fm] coffins make me lazy and in [Bbm] hell I wanna spark
_ [F] Wanna wake up in the dark, there is no expression on the face of
If you [Bbm] ever had junk, you're used to it
Stop, stop, [Ab] stop
[Eb] Well, my hands fire like a little color, [Gb] we take my sweet time when I spit a dollar
[Db] People ask if this my prime, pick a couple doors right on sight, [Db] only we'll be stopping
I just gotta put my mind to something, pretend I practice on the dollar but you know I'm bluffing
Money is [Eb] time but who needs to [Bbm] pay when the divine form is, if it's you not gonna save me
Wait, fades, [Eb] that's a foreign slate, need your mother, you motivate or you hold your hate
Ain't no story catered to the allegory like a hero's ballet with nothing but a play today
[Ebm] Zero status with a bull capped girl, money I full cap, [C] curious paradigm, [Db] what's there to say
If I'm getting no, no, okay, [Bb] better bring the game with me, I'm [Bb] a soulmate
[Bbm] I _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ can't save [Db] my time, _ but I've been confusing, trying to make up my mind
[Ebm] I'm _ so _ [Db] tired of your [G]
eyes, _ your [C] _ eyes _
[Ab] _ [Bbm] _ We live through, my voice through, I wish the path is new, I heard of Southern Cal, [Fm] forgot about the loser, primes and a skinny bike
But my purpose this morning, calling my full, [Bbm] writing homage, that's a whole lot
God knows I promise [Db] I'm gonna grow from the hate, yeah, I feel the love when it goes [Gb] away
We use the gold in the caribou to the [F] cave, wait
They tell me I'm way too manic, too busy [D] standing in Brockhampton and killing choruses [Ab] out of near a store
You should be Sarah B.
Stanton, it's a grabby, stolen romantic, you can't compare [F] what's present or [Bbm] what's sore
It's automatic, I gotta have it, ain't so [Fm] static, foreshadowing, it's about to happen
You mad cause I got the advantage, no shock tactic, make quickness a bandana, torch against dogmatic sin
I [Ab] didn't ask you when the pain gonna [Fm] stop, all these first [Fm] impressions got me too afraid to talk
[Ab] So I'ma say just what I [Gb] thought, there's [Ab] no expression on the face of [Bb] God _
And please don't lay me in your box, coffins make me lazy and the hell [Fm] I wanna spark
_ [Bb] I wanna wake up in the dark, there's no expression on the face of God
I didn't ask you when the pain gonna [Bbm] stop, all [Db] these first impressions got me too afraid to talk
[Ab] So [Bb] I'ma say just what I thought, there's no expression on the face [Eb] of God
And please don't lay me [Bb] in your box, coffins make [Db] me lazy and the hell I wanna spark
I wanna wake up in the dark, [Abm] there's no expression on the face of [Bb] God _