See You Space Cowboy... Chords by Logic

[Intro]
N.C.        
Yeah yeah uh


[Verse]
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Grammynominated never won it though
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Don't need it but deep down I want it though
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Bank account still on a hunnid though
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My bank account still on a hunnid
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But that don't mean shit that don't mean that I'm shit
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It's just me and my clique and we rhymin' and shit
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Ain't no drama and shit now I'm throwin' a fit
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Watch me throwin' a fit and get lit like I'm Evel Knievil
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Just me and my people we call this the sequel to Under Pressure
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Ain't no need to measure who the best
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Fuck around and know who the best
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Who give a shit I just spit about this and I know what I love
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Radoublet I put nothing above like that thing in the glove
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From Maryland to LA I'm a motherfucking boss at the bars
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And I'm down for the cause who's down for the cause
                      C7
Take a step back hold up
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Put the city on the map with the city on my back
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Let 'em know you're never ever goin' back
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Don't be scared to murk 'em all
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Heard 'em all watch 'em all
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Get up all watch 'em all get a ball
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When you grow up in a hood without a male role model
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And your momma turn to the bottle
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Give a damn about status who the baddest
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I just wanna be the raddest dad as I can be
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This shit is systemic inside of us B the media lie to us B 
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They tell us we can be whoever we want to be
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And when we try what they tell us
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What they tell us To live more realistically
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Fuck that get the fuck back fuck rap and all that noise
           Ab                                       
Growing up how I grew up I really never had a choice
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Had killers and murderers in my house and they was all of my boys
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But deep down I always knew better knew that shit I need to avoid


[Chorus]
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   F7 
Yo ayo
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I got a lot on my mind


[Verse]
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Got a lot of work ahead of me
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I'm tryna maintain balance of my time
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Never want to let it bottle up like everything fine
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That's how you go crazy and end up in the pond
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I've been talkin' to my therapist
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Rhymes I've been writin' so hot
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You would think it was in Arabic
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Flow bomb like a terrorist never careless
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I got soul like parish yeah from Tokyo to Paris
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My bitch bad stay with money like a heiress
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Time with my wife and my son what I cherish
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Just try to relax your mind
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Just try to relax your mind
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Just try to relax your mind
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Just try to relax your mind


[Chorus]
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[Verse]
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Alright well I guess I just I woke up one day
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And I was like You know what I kinda feel like rapping again
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You know what I'm saying So I did it ■ 
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And I been chillin' with little Bobby and his fine ass momma
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And we out here in the country
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Shooting guns riding dirt bikes and shit
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And I was just like Man I want to do this
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So I invited all the homies out here in the middle of nowhere
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And uh we just decided to do this Bobby Tarantino EP
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Threepeat off the cuff just for fun
C7                                         
Just for the summer just for all the homies


[Chorus]
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But we actually out here recording this album ■ 
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It's going to be my last studio album on Def Jam
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So so it's going to be a vibe man
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It's just going to be fun you know just a fun thing
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You know me I'm a nerd ■   I love hiphop man
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I love you listening I love the fans
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We doing this shit for the fans man
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Whole time I was gone they was like Come back Come back
               F7 
And I was like nah
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And then and now I'm like Yeah alright I'm back
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I love y'all so much
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RATTPACK baby yeah ■  little Bobby


[Outro]
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