Standard guitar tuning:EADGBENo capo
Verse 1EmHis palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms Dare heavy There's vomitAm on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti C HEme's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready D To drop bombsAm, but he keeps on forgetting C What he wrotEme down, the whole crowd goes so loud D HAme opens his mouth, but the words won't come out C EmHe's chokin' how, everybody's chokin' now D AmThe clock's run out, times up, over, blaw! C EmSnap, back to reality, oh, there goDes gravity AmOh, there goes Rabbit he choked, he's so maCd but he won't Em Give up that easy, no, he won't hDave it he knows Am His whole back's to these ropes, it don't matterC he's dope Em He knows that but he's broke, he so stagnant heD knows Am When he goes back to his mobile home, that's wheCn it's EmBack to the lab again, yo C This whole rhapsody better go capture tAmhis moment And hope Cit don't pass him (X3)
ChorusCWell this is the music The momeAmnt, you own it, you better never let it go Em D You only gCet one shot, do not miss your chance to blow Am This opportEmunity comes once in a lifetime, yo X2 D
Verse 2EmHis soul's escaping, through this hole that is gaping D AmThis world is mine for the taking, make me kinCg EmAs we move toward a new world orderD, a normal life is boring Am CBut superstardom's close to post morEmtem DIt only grows harder, only grows hotterAm CHe blows it's all over, these h**s is all Emon him DCoast to coast shows, he's known as the AmGlobetrotter lonely roads C God only knows he'sEm grown farther from home, he's no father D He Amgoes home and barely knows his own daughterC EmBut hold your nose cuz here goes the cold wateDr AmThese h**s don't want him no mo', he's cold proCduct EmThey moved on to the next schmoe who flows D AmHe nose dove and sold nada, so the soap opera Cis told it unfolds Em I suppose it's oDld partna, but the beat goes on Am CDa da dum, da dum da da da da
Em DNo more games, I'ma change what you call rage Tear this mothaf****n' roof off like two dogs caged I was playin' in the beginning, the mood all changed I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhymin' and stepped, writin' the next cipher Best believe somebody's payin' the pied piper All the pain inside amplified by the fact That I can't get by with my 9 to 5 And I can't provide the right type of life for my family Cuz man, these *** damn food stamps don't buy diapers And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder Tryin' to feed and water my seed, plus teeter-totter Caught up between bein' a father and a prima donna Baby mama drama's screamin' on and too much for me to wanna Stay in one spot, another day of monotony's Gotten me to the point I'm like a snail I've got to formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot Success is my only mothaf****n' option, failure's not Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go I cannot grow old in Salem's lot, so here I go it's my shot Feet fail me not, this may be the only opportunity that I got
ChorusChords C [x 3 2 0 1 0] Am [x 0 2 2 1 0] D [x x 0 3 2 3] Em [0 2 2 0 0 0]
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