Prison In My Mind
Young Redcorn
Guitar chords Intermediate
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Intro F#m D C#m Ooooh F#m D C#m Yeah OooohF#m D C#m I can taste you in the mornin, I can feel you through the night F#m D C#m I can smell your hair blow by me, and intoxicate my life F#m D C#m Will you take all of these demons, get 'em out of me tonight F#m D C#m My fuckin mind is sore, I can't take no more, you fuckin fought me out of fight F#m So I'm locked up, what the fuck am I supposed to do D C#m You're out tellin lies, tryin to hide the stories 'bout you fuckin all these dudes F#m So, when I give in and re ply, bitch do it and die D C#m I'm the one that wakes up with all the fuckin flashlights in his eyes F#m D C#m So be fuckin real, just tell me the truth, I mean what the fuck do you think I would do F#m If you're in here and I'm out there, let's get it started D C#m All your friends start walkin round in little shirts sayin I just want to party F#m Be sure, I'm grabbin Angel first, she's so fuckin fine D C#m She don't even say a word when I spit in her mouth she don't say ouch, or that I take it to far F#m One time I choked her out and really though she fuckin died D C#m Bitch came back with a combo and hit me 3... 4... 5... F#m I don't remember much, man I went out like a light D C#m She grabbed ahold and rode that robot cock all fuckin night F#m She was gone in the mornin never said a word she overdosed a needle in her arm D C#m F#m Tryin to be just like her Mom now I live waitin for it to be my time D C#m F#m D C#m Be my time, Be my time, Be my time... F#m D C#m I can taste you in the mornin, I can feel you through the night F#m D C#m I can smell your hair blow by me, and intoxicate my life F#m D C#m Will you take all of these demons, get 'em out of me tonight F#m D C#m My fuckin mind is sore, I can't take no more, you fuckin fought me out of fight F#m Fuck I'm awake I'm back in my cell D C#m I can't find nothin to live for I'm already livin in hell F#m Can't get it out of my brain I'm on this long black train D C#m And I'm runnin out of track F#m But I got these batteries, and this little bag of fetty D C#m Probably throw up on the floor and pass out in it, butt ass naked F#m Fuckin guard'll come around and accidentally save my life D Fuckin asshole little prick C#m F#m Who the fuck are you to tell me I'm not supposed to die {Solo} ***********************************
Sent by: Jovelino Correa
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