Count Bassy

Am            C             Am
    So you don’t believe in magic
Em
I’m never falling from these habits
Am         C          Am
No, who’s ever really static
Em
Just take my honor you can have it

C             D             Am
Don’t get all sentimental about it, oh no
              C                  D
The sun comes up, the rain comes down
      Em
There ain’t nothing you can do to change it
C             D             Am
Don’t get all sentimental about it, oh no
            C  D
Life’s not fair
Em
Empathy is overrated

G              D
Look the other way
               Em
Always been my game
Got a way of cleaning
D
All the shame tryna stain to my name
G              D
Look the other way
                Em
Darkness in the shade
Got away with feeling
D
Like I’m faking every single breath I take

C G D

C             D             Am
Don’t get all sentimental about it, oh no
              C                  D
The sun comes up, the rain comes down
       Em
There ain’t nothing you can do to change it
C             D             Am
Don’t get all sentimental about it, oh no
           C  D
Life’s not fair
Em
Empathy is overrated

G              D
Look the other way
               Em
Always been my game
Got a way of cleaning
D
All the shame tryna stain to my name
G               D
Look the other way
                 Em
Darkness in the shade
Got away with feeling
D
Like I’m faking every single breath I take

G              D
Look the other way
               Em
Always been my game
                     D
Got away pretending like I’m faking every single word I say

G
Come up in my closet I'ma get you fat
C
That's a chill initial feeling when I come right back
Em
I can see the orchids blooming out your beautiful crack
D
Since my head is now my belly I need big brain snacks
G
Welcome to my odd ass city with the lopsided loaves
C
The limp wristed winded sex on abdomen
Em
What's my style I'm blind to dude tooth clang
D
Chomp real loud I tuned out all intervals
G
Looking through the glass watching eyes cry glitter
C
Slid in on a sack laced in body suit slipper
Em
I'ma peel in two and then shed my image
D
Turn into some panoramic spinning gold bridges

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