Opposites Attract Chords by Joyner Lucas

[Intro]

[Verse]
D7                   Dm                  
■  Heaven hell hella heaven Sunday school
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Mac eleven prison camps colleges and crash courses
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Driving lessons bad bitches prostitutes
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Death threats hospitals gangbanging
        D7                    
Private schools chains hanging
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Drama too blang blanging
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Cultivating new cribs home invasions
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Child abuse motivation
Dm                     Gm   
Talk to God smoke with Satan
                      Dm               
Wedding rings divorce paper settlements
      Bb            
Court cases medicine
     Bb                      
Aids victims Malcolm X racism
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Ufos aeroplanes crop circles manmade
                      Dm                 
Demolishing landscape starvation pancakes
                   Dm   
Skinny jeans baggy pants
                     Bb   
Relationships backup plans
           Dm       
White rice Zatarains
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Open lanes traffic jam
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Bloods crips Latin kings intelligence
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Lack of brains negligence
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Accolades and skeletons
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And plastic veins lucid dreams
      Dm                   
Sleep walking dry snitching
        Dm                 
Streets talking competition
                D7                               
Police calls in the projects when the beat starts


[Chorus]
        Dm                       Dm7 Dm D7  
Now put your motherfucking hands up  ■  high
Dm  D7       Dm                         
Now put your motherfucking hands up high
Dm           
Hands up high
    Dm   
Let it go


[Verse]
                    Dm  
Hella heaven heaven hell
                   Bb   
Falling off record sales
                     Dm               
Balling out broke as hell free at last
        Gm              
Back to jail candy paint
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Candy amps candy canes
       Bb               
Can he pass Can he reign
       Dm                           
So for real black teeth golden grill
          Dm                   
Thug life honest life real life
Dm                   
Drama life urban life
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Healthy life broke life
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Wealthy life rag riches
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Riches rags fags bitches
Dm                        
Bitches mad bad Christians
Gm                        
Hypocrites and half niggas
Dm                      
Niggas half hit the deck
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Planet ships cigarettes
Bb                        
Cancer sticks Smith & Wes'
Dm                       
Banana clips niggas death
    Dm                     
I'm hearing shit carnivores
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Herbivores all the wars
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All the facts hieroglyphics
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High blood pressure heart feeling heart attacks
                          Dm   
And call the cab walk the block
                      Gm 
Mouth shut you talk a lot
               Gm    
Open field car garage
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Unemployment morning jobs
               Dm      
Kill the youth multiply
D7                  
Keep it real falsify
Dm7                 
Make a mess organise


[Chorus]
D7                Dm  Dm7 
Fake my death all the time
Dm  D7                                     
Now ■  put your motherfucking hands up high
             D7            Dm           
Now put your motherfucking hands up high
      D7     
Hands up high
Dm           
Hands up high
A7 Bb A7 Dm C
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[Verse]
            Gm                   
[] They say my temple is a magnet
D7            Dm    
My brain is a gadget
Dm                       
Yeah my soul is a rapture
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This that opposite attraction
Gm                       
I got opposite intentions
Dm                      
I got positive incentive
Gm                            
I should rob a nigga senseless
       Dm               D7       
I hope them cops'll get defensive
            Dm                           
There ain't no stopping this I've been it
Dm                                
Fuck yo' confidence I've been sick
                                        Dm                      
Fuck yo' opposition I'm kinda different I hop inside a spaceship
  Dm                           
I been lost in different places
Dm                              
Bitch I'm locked into the matrix
    Dm                            
Put my thoughts in different cages
              A7                      
Watch me turn portraits into paintings
         Dm                             
Who told you right is wrong in your eyes
    Dm                              
Who said wrong is right with no lies
     Dm                             
They said I was wrong the whole time
     Dm                           
Turn them lights off its show time
    Gm                          
Who told you there wasn't no God
         Dm                       
Who told you that I don't know God
    Dm                           
Who told you that I don't go hard
          F                            
I'll give you something big to choke on
  Dm                            
I never follow rules and no laws
     Dm                           
Turn your fucking head to coleslaw
                                     Dm                      
This that winter flow that mistletoe kiss you goodbye so long
Dm         
I'm that []
    Dm                   
I'm that Maserati twotone
      Dm                           
Ain't no cavities in this jaw bitch
      Dm                       
Ain't no gravity in these songs
         Dm                         
And I've been wanting it for so long
Bb                                   
They've been talking shit for so long
                                           Bb
This my ocean now when them sharks lurking []
Dm                          
Bitch my coat rocking so raw
     Dm                                                           
This what happens on a two way street when I'm opposite Rose Cross
    D7                          
All your common sense'll go lost
    D7                          
All your common sense'll go lost
D7                              
All your common sense'll go lost
     Dm                     
Tell me what happened to you
                   Dm                
What have you done Where your mind at
Dm     
Hol' on
     Dm                               
Tell your daughter put some clothes on
Dm                           
Tell your son put his coat on
     Dm                           
Tell my father pull his skirt down
                            Dm     
He ain't did shit for me in so long
     Dm                          
Fuck your opinion nigga I'm grown
     Dm                             
They don't like the shit that I'm on
Dm                                  
Can't accept the fact that I'm grown
Dm                              
Just accept the fact that I'm on
      Dm                      
Ain't no evil practice in here
  Dm                       
I got Jesus all in my bones
  Dm                        
I got angel wings on my back
      D7                                   
I got eight hundred and eight's on my track
       D7                           
Shit I been wanting this for so long
     D7                           
They been talking shit for so long
                                           Dm7   
This my ocean now when them sharks lurking ■   []
      Dm7                   
Bitch my coat rocking so raw
                                           F                      
This what happens on a two way street when I'm opposite Rose Cross
Dm                              
All your common sense'll go lost
    Dm                          
All your common sense'll go lost


[Outro]
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