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Tom:
[Intro] G#m  C#m  E  F#
  G#m  C#m  E   F#   G#m  C#m    E   F#
Oh my God, Ronny

[Refrão]
      G#m                            C#m
The devil hit my phone, he wanna talk
    E                           F#
But I'm not really up for conversations
G#m                           C#m
I can have my cake and eat it, too
E                     F#
I just gotta make a reservation
G#m                  C#m
Chillin' in my head, but it's hot
E                  F#
Flames everywhere, I see Satan

[Próxima Parte]
G#m                C#m
Demons tryna run up in my spot a lot
E                      F#
Really, really runnin' out of patience

[Primeira Parte]
   G#m            C#m
T— Timing, timing, timing
          E              F#
All about timing, timing, timing
               G#m             C#m
Sit back in my chair, relaxing and reclining
             E                  F#
He has not a care in the world, no, I'm lying
                 G#m             C#m
Takin' all these meds to the face got me flying
                 E               F#
Takin' all these meds to the face got me dying
                   G#m             C#m
Smoke 'til my mind frying, eyes red, high and crying
                   E             F#
Numb the pain with Oxy and Dior, yeah, pricey
           G#m         C#m
Juice like 2Pac Shakur, no ice tea
          E                 F#
Givenchy, Louis V, Double V, icy
              G#m                        C#m
Wedding ring, better things, better half, wifey
            E                        F#
Only things numbing me from this hard life, uh, uh, alright

[Refrão]
[Próxima Parte]
G#m                C#m
Demons tryna run up in my spot a lot
E                      F#
Really, really runnin' out of patience

[Segunda Parte]
    G#m              C#m
I'm waiting, waiting, waiting, sittin' up
E               F#               G#m
Waiting, waiting, waiting, contemplating
        C#m
My heart racing
                E                F#
Feels like I'ma die every second of the day
               G#m  C#m
So I gotta get high
                E                        F#
Ain't no coming down, ain't no coming down, why?
                    G#m                     C#m
My anxiety bring me down, that's the fucking downside
                       E                   F#
It's like every time I ball, I just end up off-sides
G#m    C#m         E         F#
This light of mine goes dim tonight
G#m      C#m
Will I be alright?
E                  F#
Let me guess, no answer, right?

[Refrão]
[Próxima Parte]
G#m                C#m
Demons tryna run up in my spot a lot
E                      F#
Really, really runnin' out of patience
[Final] G#m  C#m  E  F#
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