Acordes de WP

Matisyahu

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7Acordes
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Eb
1/4
2134
Gm
1/4
134
Fm
1/4
132×
Ab
1/4
×3214
Cm
1/4
1×234
Bb
1/4
1342
F
1/4
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       Eb
Slap me Daft, we sat down in the back of the class
        Gm
To seize knowledge we don´t need, I forgot my late pass
       Fm
But I´m early to a arival beatbox, you got raps?
        Gm
Meet me on the football field, don´t sleep on field, the quarterback
      Eb
No one clapped when we locked in, it was removal of our class
      Gm
But my flag got captured and I fell between the cracks
   Fm
My tool for inspiration turned into a handicap
  Gm
No matter how I tried, I just couldn´t fill the gaps
    Eb
Those whipper snappers, they got trapped old chap
    Gm
They lost the way, they never had the right map
        Fm
Needed a sneak attack to slap the demons off my back
     Gm
So I packed for the schddle dreamed big I wouldn´t settle
       Eb
Put the pedal to the metal and returned to fundamentals
    Gm
I´ll never forget running through the hall with all y´all rebels
       Fm
Roaming through the high land, young bucks invincible
            Gm
Echoes in my brain, if kids report to the principle
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Ab
Substance dulls the mind
      Fm
Traif* wine clouds the heart
         Cm
You can´t sew a stitch with one hand
           Bb
While you´re taking it apart
Ab
Bright lights might look nice
         Fm
But they sure won´t make you sharp
         Cm
You can´t sew a stitch with one hand
                   Bb
While you´re taking it apart --------------------
      Eb
Yeah, misty morning and my mum´s a mess
               Gm
To make matters worse dog my pops is stressed
                                           Fm
Life is a test, make the grade or catch an F
                             Gm
Now death is all that´s left to ponder

I wander off hoping to catch my breath
    Eb
And hold it, mold my memories from untold scripts
        Gm
And roll up in a tornado twist, now I´m certain
         Fm
There´s a pertinent reason I´m on this earth
                Gm
Seasons change in white plains, but we remain alert
                      Eb
When new school years appear, fools fear for a failure
                Gm
And crawl away in tears
                                   Fm
I play Popeye the Sailor and stay with spinach

We walk the halls with a grimace

                  Gm
Yeah they gossip in groups

I try to mind my business and tell the truth
    Eb                                              Gm
For instance, I listen, see it all with basketball court vision

Ignoring ignorance in fields of fiction
       Fm
We lean back in the calmest position
                  Gm
And embrace the honesty found within our tension

What´s good?

Refrão

 Introdução:
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Trapped in the elevator of your mind
Is it real, what will you find behind the door
Your imaginations put you in a bind
Around you there´s a cloud of gloom
Swallow the key, lock yourself in a room
Can´t see outside of your Universe

   Eb                                  Gm
No more war, there won´t be anymore hunger

No jealousy, not even competition
    Fm
Let go, release, you hold the keys
    Gm
Time we evaporate into the breeze
Eb
We are nothing, we are something

    Gm
Let go, release, you hold the keys
    Fm
It´s time we evaporate into the breeze
   Gm
We are nothing, we´ll be something
Eb
Welcome to the desert of my soul
        Gm
You can stay if you like
                       Fm
There´s room for one more
                       Gm
There´s room for one more

Compositores: Aaron Dugan

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