Wp Chords

Capo 3rd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

 Slap me CDaft, we sat down in the back of the class

 To seize Emknowledge we don't need, I forgot my late pass

 But I'm Dmearly to a arrival beatbox, you got raps?

 Meet me Emon the football field, don't sleep on field, the quarterback

 No one Cclapped when we locked in, it was removal of our class

 But my Emflag got captured and I fell between the cracks

 My Dmtool for inspiration turned into a handicap

 No Emmatter how I tried, I just couldn't fill the gaps

 Those Cwhipper snappers, they got trapped old chap

 They Emlost the way, they never had the right map

 NeeDmded a sneak attack to slap the demons off my back

 So I Empicked for the shtetl dreamed big I wouldn't settle

 Put the Cpedal to the metal and returned to fundamentals

 I'll Emnever forget running through the hall with all y'all rebels

 Roaming Dmthrough the high land, young bucks invincible

 Echoes Emin my brain, if kids report to the principle

Chorus

FSubstance dulls the mind

 Traife wiDmne clouds the heart

 You can't Amsew a stitch with one hand

 While you're Gtaking it apart

FBright lights might look nice

 But they Dmsure won't make you sharp

 You can't Amsew a stitch with one hand

 While you're Gtaking it apart

 Yeah, misty Cmorning and my mom's a mess

 To make matters Emworse dog my pops is stressed, life is a test

 Make the Dmgrade or catch an F, now death is all that's left

 To pEmonder I wander off hoping to catch my breath

 And Chold it, mold my memories from untold scripts

 And roll Emup in a tornado twist, now I'm certain

 There's a Dmpertinent reason I'm on this earth

 Seasons change in white Emplains, but we remain alert

 When new school years apCpear fools fear for a failure and crawl away

 In Emtears, I play Popeye the Sailor and stay with spinach

Dm We walk the halls with a grimace

 Yeah they gossip in Emgroups, I try to mind my business and tell the truth

 For Cinstance

 I listen, see it all with basketball court Emvision

Ignoring ignorance in fields of fiction

 We lean Dmback in the calmest position

 And embrace the Emhonesty found within our tension, What's good?

Chorus

Riff

AmTrapped 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

C No more war, there won't be anymore hunger

Em No jealousy, not even competition

 Let Dmgo, release, you hold the keys

EmTime we evaporate into the breeze

CWe are nothing, we are something

 Let Emgo, release, you hold the keys

 It's Dmtime we evaporate into the breeze

 We Emare nothing, we'll be something

CWelcome to the desert of my soul

 You can Emstay if you like, there's room for one more

Dm There's room for one more Em