Vice City

C   G     F                Em          C
Hey there you, looking for brighter season
C                Am
Need to lay your burden down
Em             F                 Em
Hey there you, drowning in a helpless feeling
C            F      Am
Buried under deeper ground

C F Bb C F G Bb

Bb                             F
I seem depressed, always being bothered never less
Db                           Bb
Keeping me out of prison and putting me to the test
                                   Db
They ask me what is happiness, you write it on a cheque
                                       Bb
Or you feel it on the sweat, when your dick is in the breast

Em Am C x2

   F                       Db
If death is what it seems, why is it so vividly portrayed within my dreams?
F
The fear of understanding the Devil's running his course
G                       Bb
Pitchers not receivers, it's coming straight from the source
C                               Am                    Db
Remorse, as this time becomes a factor, minds full of greed, exposing your benefactors
C
Backwards, pace backwards, everybody is superficial
G                           Db
Only breaching the surface, surface upon the Earth
    C                                                     G
And flames engulf the Earth, and prized possessions, they incinerate
            Db                           C
This is far beyond any director tried to demonstrate
                Am                                  Bb
See the record, here's the record, take the record, set it straight
           Am
Perplexed, only receive slumber when that heaven gates
                   F
And this is fairly simple for your breath, try and contemplate your conversates
Bb
Hesitate and navigate your inner traits
                     F
Back to a time where minds were just matter
                            Db
If you stated opinions then bones would begin to shatter
                                 F                             G
It didn't matter back then cause there was no reacting, acting up
         Bb
Chevy in black, Acura
                                F
Accurate facts put the black in fact
                    Bb
If you thought that you are free, you should disregard that
Em
All facts

F         Am  C                       Em
Young X'ster, call me a young Dexter
F         Am   C               Em
My hypothesis, is, death ain't shit
           Am
I'd rather die than be alive in this life
Em                                 Am      C
Honestly full of strive and strive

C         Am
Hey there you
                        G             Am
Try to stand up on your own two feet, and, stumblin'
C         Am
Hey there you
                        G             Am
Try to stand up on your own two feet, and, stumblin'
C         Am
Hey there you
                        G             Am
Try to stand up on your own two feet, and, stumblin'
Am
Through the sky
Am
Through-through the sky

Em Am C x4
F G Bb x4

C         Am
Hey there you
                        G             Am
Try to stand up on your own two feet, and, stumblin'
C         Am
Hey there you
                        G             Am
Try to stand up on your own two feet, and, stumblin'
C         Am
Hey there you
                        G             Am
Try to stand up on your own two feet, and, stumblin'
Am
Through the sky
Am
Through-through the sky

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