Out Of My Mind

     Ebmaj7
At a point, I could’ve been less concerned
                Fm7
Started feelin' evil
That’s not the word
           Ebmaj7
Maybe if I meditated on it, I would find it
            Fm7
But I can’t find it
(And I don’t need that shit)
         Ebmaj7
Now at a point, I would’ve been a bit cautious
             Fm7
Talkin' to myself, until it feels obnoxious (Ahh)
        Ebmaj7
Way too honest, till I’m talkin' unconscious
                Fm7
Started gettin' nauseous
(And I don’t need that shit)

Ebmaj7 Fm7
          There’s nothin' I can do
Ebmaj7 Fm7
          'Cause that’s all I’m good for
Ebmaj7 Fm7
          So, when will I get to breathe?
Ebmaj7 Fm7
          'Cause that’s all I hope for

Ebmaj7                      Fm7
Now here it comes, I see it amongst the clouds
     Ebmaj7                       Fm7
It’s another fallin' piece of the sky (Oh, ohh)
Ebmaj7                        Fm7
If you could know all of what I’m seein' now
       Ebmaj7                            Fm7
Then I guess you would say I’m out of my mind
But they never ask why, so

Ebmaj7 Fm7
         There’s nothin' I can do
Ebmaj7 Fm7
        'Cause that’s all I’m good for
Ebmaj7 Fm7
         So, when will I get to breathe?
Ebmaj7 Fm7
        'Cause that’s all I hope for
(Save me!)
Ebmaj7 Fm7
         There’s nothin' I can do
(Oh, hoh, hoh, ohh!)
Ebmaj7 Fm7
         'Cause that’s all I’m good for
(Oh, hoh, hoh, hoh, ohh!)
Ebmaj7 Fm7
         So, when will I get to breathe?
Ebmaj7 Fm7
        'Cause that’s all I hope for

Cm Fm7 Abmaj7 Gm7
Cm Fm7 Abmaj7 Gm7
(Yeah!)
(Ooh, hoo, ooh!)
(Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!)
(Ah, ahh, ah-ah-ahh!)
(Yeah!)
(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh!)
(Yo! Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hah!)
(Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
(Ooh, ah-ah-ahh, ah!)
(A-huh, huh, huh)
(Fuck you)
                       Cm
Now everybody get your hand out
                                  Fm7
I’m about to be attentive company
Say I got your gun, I got your gun, and leave suddenly
          Abmaj7
I load it up, now I’m stimming with the safety
    Gm7
Why doesn’t god ever praise me?
            Cm
So get your hand out
                                 Fm7
I’m about to be attentive company
Say I got your gun, I got your gun, and leave suddenly
          Abmaj7
I load it up, now I’m stimming with the safety
    Gm7
Why doesn’t god ever praise me?

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