Returns chords by NF
Guitar chords with lyrics
Intro: Fm Verse 1: Fm What is perfect? Not me Fm I've been overworkin' for weeks Fm I go home then purchase some things Fm That I know will not fill my needs
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Fm Have a dose of what I've achieved Fm Then get lonesome and I critique Fm Who I am and what I believe Fm Make up standards too high to reach Fm Untrained animal off the leash Fm I'm in panic, but yet relieved Fm Brought your hammock to hang with me? Fm Grab a hatchet, cut down your tree Fm Like a mannequin that can speak Fm What I have in store is unique Fm I just mop the floors with MCs Fm I can't stop until things are clean Fm I'm an amateur's what you think Fm So you stand there in disbelief Fm 'Til I dislocate both your feet Fm That's what happens, you step to me Fm Not too graphic, but not PG Fm Lots of action in every scene Fm I'm kidnapping all of your dreams Fm Hold 'em hostage and watch 'em scream (Ahh!) Fm Rap aside, I am what I advertise Fm Don't matter how you put it, we live, then we have to die Fm You might hate it, but you can't deny Fm See, everything that I've been doing got me lookin' like a mastermind Fm It's so vain, but I vandalize that I do what you fantasizin' Fm Took a vision of my dreams Fm And then found a better way that I can make it Fm I've been looking, think I'm really 'bout to maximize it (Agh!) Chorus: Fm These bullets form in my mind and come out my mouth and (Pow, pow, pow) Ab For anyone out there doubting or acting mouthy (Watch, watch, watch) Fm Forget what you heard about me, I've been astounding (Got, got, got) Bbm Something for you thinking you might run circles 'round me Verse 2: Fm Yeah, ain't this all I ever wanted? Fm That's a fact, no, that's a lie, no Fm I'm confused, yeah, I got problems Fm What's the use? Yeah, let's be honest Fm Screws are loose, I need 'em tightened Fm Not amused, yeah, look what I did Fm Brought you something, hope you like it Fm So precise, the flow the nicest Fm So productive, stop your whining Fm Back in style like I was vinyl Fm I make songs and they go viral Fm Something's off if I go idle Fm "Been so long," yeah, okay, I know Fm Take your shoes off, you're in my home Fm You got fans, but not like I do, yeah (I do, I do) Fm Thankful, I try to be, can't contain what's inside of me Fm They don't like this side of me 'cause I lack in compliancy Fm I question what I can see if you're not playing my CD Fm No expiring, I'll decide when I think it's my time to leave (Woo) Fm Yeah, 'cause they won't retire me, it inspires me to be inspiring Fm When I'm low I feel like I'm spiraling Fm Pushin' forward, look, I can't ignore it Fm There ain't no I in team, but drop the T and A Fm Sometimes, if I'm bein' honest, feels like it's only me Fm No defeat, notably, better have it right if you're quoting me Fm Write my name on your hit list, it might be the last time you wrote something Fm Rip that cocky smile right off your face for thinking you're close to me Fm Grab a can of gasoline, light it all over your self-esteem Fm Selfishly watching y'all helplessly pretend you're on my planet Fm Shoot you out of the sky like you're punchlines, you are not landin' Fm Gun jammin', reach in your mouth and rip out your tongue after tongue Fm Lashings, I hand 'em out like pamphlets in church, Pastor Fm Show up to my funeral wearin' all black, and what's happenin'? Fm I look around and wonder, "Where my fans at?" Fm Oh Lord, they know me so well, they know I'm not in that casket Fm Trash bag is prolly buried somewhere full of my ashes Fm My music's superb, playin' with words, play with my nerves Fm They gon' have a list of issues long as my shirts Fm Very absurd, very disturbed Fm Stare at the Earth like, "This is not the place I was birthed" Fm I'm generic, you sure? Fm Oh, they think I'm very reserved Fm 'Til I open up on the beat like on my Therapy work Fm I don't care what you heard, real scary, carry the verse Fm While I'm wearin' my merch, stompin' on your arrogant turf Fm Sit back and observe, nah, I like to actually work Fm This life's so unpredictable, it just keeps pitching me curves Fm I take a swing, I hate the things that make me feel like I'm dirt Fm I've patiently been waitin', please, I think it's time for my turn Fm My expertise are melodies, they talk to me when I'm hurt Fm Just let me be, eventually someday they'll see what I'm worth Fm I cross my I's and dot my T's, it makes no sense, but I've learned Fm Normal to you is not to me, the outcast finally returns (Returns, returns)
Returns chords