Eyes To The Sky

         C
Anxiety dances across my pillow case
           F
My god it dances—it’s like, 1, 2 step
                     C
It’s asking stupid questions
Like, "Are you living right?"
            F
Such stupid questions
'Cause I'm just trying to—

              Am                  G
I'm trying to live, I'm trying to rise
           C               F
Above the shit, the devil tries
          Am            G          C
Which is why I keep my eyes to the sky

       C
Insert something really dope right here
I’m supposed to write a hook but all I wanna say is
                  F
I just want to be happy (I just want to be happy)
Want to be happy (Yeah)
                 C
I’m supposed to write a f’ing hook right here
Money and bitches blah blah yeah yeah
                  F
I just want to be happy (I just want to be happy)
Want to be happy (Yeah)

                     C
I've been working my ass off
That’s why Christina left me
                F
Been working my ass off
                                       C
On this project, but I guess that it’s okay
                                             F
My family never liked you, I guess that it’s okay
Now I’m just, I’m just—

              Am                  G
I'm trying to live, I'm trying to rise
           C               F
Above the shit, the devil tries
          Am            G          C
Which is why I keep my eyes to the sky

       C
Insert something really dope right here
I’m supposed to write a hook but all I wanna say is
                  F
I just want to be happy (I just want to be happy)
Want to be happy (Yeah)
                 C
I’m supposed to write a f’ing hook right here
Money and bitches blah blah yeah yeah
                  F
I just want to be happy (I just want to be happy)
Want to be happy (Yeah)

N.C.
Listen boo boo, bear with me (yeah)
N.C.
Smarter than your average
N.C.
Raised around Brooklyn based Italian
N.C.
There’s so much soul up in my Johnson
N.C.
I don’t need a rapper on it
N.C.
Because the urbans in my testes
N.C.
But I come in pop packaging (Yikes)
C
Bunch of pricks talk shit, we call that cactusing
We don’t want no fight club don’t want no Brad Pitt’in
F
Braymance like this shit just when I'm ad-libbin'
Fronting on my Sean Penn what movie are you actin in?
Am                        G
Seventh grade I said "I’m bout to leave the masses then"
C                  F
My ex-girlfriend's sister said “you babbling”
Am                  G                    C
Even back then cook crack, drug trafficking

              Am                  G
I'm trying to live, I'm trying to rise
           C               F
Above the shit, the devil tries
          Am           N.C.
Which is why I keep my eyes to the sky
N.C.
You’re gonna be okay kid, you’re gonna be okay

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