I Believe You, But My Tommy Gun Don't Chords by Ghostemane

[Start]

[Intro]
E Bsus4 E G#m E Gm Em7 C#m7
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Emaj7 C#m7 Gm
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[Verse]
              Em7              E7         C#m7      
I wasn't shit until I told you take seven steps back
E7                C#m7     G#m                     Emaj7       
Now these bitches throw my picture up and say that I'm they dad
                               E7                           
I'm the mac with a tendency to say just fuck it all and snap
                E7                                            
See deep down I think I give a fuck but it's too late for that
                      Em7              E7                       
You might wanna think twice before you set a foot inside my show


[Chorus]
                       G#m                   Emaj7      
I'm just sayin' it's a fifty/fifty shot at a broken nose
                              E                          
Why promoters want to book me but they can't spell Ghoste
                 G                           A7          
Y'all forgot the E for every time I drop the room explode
                 Em7                E7          C#m7       
You should never misunderstand that I am always down to die
                B       G#m                     Emaj7    
And I know that I won't always feel that way if I'm alive
                                             C#m7
All these bitches wonder why I don't pay 'em mind
                        C#m7                                      
Maybe 'cause it's every time I see your mouth a rapper dick inside
Em7                                                        
■   Run up in a valley in the belly of a psychedelic entity
                                Em7         
I'm trippin' like I got my shoe strings tied
                            Emaj7                         
I'm on the rise and now I'm feelin like I'm Edward Kelly I
E                                              
Dropped out of college the knowledge I fathered
E                              
Through alchemy made me supreme
              G                                           
Pretendin' to be a disciple by quotin' and postin' up shit
                    Em7 
That you will never read
                                C#m7              
What if I told you that my soul made of solid gold
                 Emaj7                             
Would you cut me up and throw me in the rabbit hole
                                 C#m7              
What if I told you I believe you but my Tommy don't
C#m7                                          
Pump your guts full of lead like I'm Al Capone
Em7                             C#m7              
What if I told you that my soul made of solid gold
                 G#m                               
Would you cut me up and throw me in the rabbit hole
Emaj7              E             E7     C#m7  E7   
What if I told you I believe you but my Tommy don't
D7        G                                   
Pump your guts full of lead like I'm Al Capone


[Outro]
Em7 Emaj7 E Bm G Gm Em7
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[End]