Sucks To Be You

             Bm
Sucks to be you 'cause I woulda loved you
              F#m
I'd watch the whole world burn to see you dance
                A
Runnin' through cartels and jumpin' through bombshells
                    E
I thought we would die growin' old, holdin' hands
                Bm
It sucks to be you 'cause I woulda loved you
               F#m
I'd watch the whole world burn to see you dance
          A
Jump over bombshells and runnin' through cartels
                  E
Thought we would die growin' old, holdin' hands

                  D
The story don't start off great, I'm a gorilla goin' ape
               E
I'm just a street nigga tryna make it to a milli in all the wrong ways
               Bm
I'm runnin' all the long plays, they said I was born the wrong shade
            F#m
I shoulda made it five years ago, my nigga, I was really born late
         D
I used to carry sticks in my clothes, carry work in my shoes
   E
Below the poverty line, what you expect me to do? Bm
                                               F#m
Runnin' through this life until twenty-one, twenty-two
Until I had to make a choice, you helped me choose

             Bm
She said she believe in me, just keep on goin'
                    F#m
Just make sure when you get there, leave the door open
             A
I said you know who I am, this kid from Brooklyn
             E
I wish you still believed, even though tears are soaking

             Bm
Sucks to be you 'cause I woulda loved you
               F#m
I'd watch the whole world burn to see you dance
                A
Runnin' through cartels and jumpin' through bombshells
                    E
I thought we would die growin' old, holdin' hands
                Bm
It sucks to be you 'cause I woulda loved you
               F#m
I'd watch the whole world burn to see you dance
           A
Jump over bombshells and runnin' through cartels
                  E
Thought we would die growin' old, holdin' hands

        D
So I tell nobody 'bout my dreams, workin' at the hotel
   F#m
'Cause I don't think confessions over there might go well
      A
And goin' back to the hood means that I have course failed
  C#m
You either kill or you're roadkill, so I said
   D
Moved uptown, Kyra, she gave me a place to stay
   E
Mama kicked me out back then, she did it ungraciously
   Bm
Came home to all of the locks changed on New Year's Eve
  F#m
I'm glad we're doin' better, we're both okay
 D
I stayed there for like three years, oh, bless her heart and soul
 E
She's worth a pot of gold
                                 Bm
She's worth a thousand years in G-Wagons on the road
                                 F#m
I made a promise, I keep it, won't ever betray those

                Bm
She said she believe in me, just keep on goin'
               F#m
Just make sure when you get there, leave the door open
            A
I said you know who I am, this kid from Brooklyn
            E
I had abandonment issues, you left me broken

             Bm
Sucks to be you 'cause I woulda loved you
              F#m
I'd watch the whole world burn to see you dance
                A
Runnin' through cartels and jumpin' through bombshells
                   E
I thought we would die growin' old, holdin' hands
                Bm
It sucks to be you 'cause I woulda loved you
               F#m
I'd watch the whole world burn to see you dance
              A
Jump over bombshells and runnin' through cartels
              E
Thought we would die growin' old, holdin' hands

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