xArtist: Matisyahu
Song: WP
Album: Youth
Capo 3
Intro:
Am
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C
Slap me Daft, we sat down in the back of the class
Em
To seize knowledge we don't need, I forgot my late pass
Dm
But I'm early to a arrival beatbox, you got raps?
Em
Meet me on the football field, don't sleep on field, the quarterback
C
No one clapped when we locked in, it was removal of our class
Em
But my flag got captured and I fell between the cracks
Dm
My tool for inspiration turned into a handicap
Em
No matter how I tried, I just couldn't fill the gaps
C
Those whipper snappers, they got trapped old chap
Em
They lost the way, they never had the right map
Dm
Needed a sneak attack to slap the demons off my back
Em
So I picked for the shtetl dreamed big I wouldn't settle
C
Put the pedal to the metal and returned to fundamentals
Em
I'll never forget running through the hall with all y'all rebels
Dm
Roaming through the high land, young bucks invincible
Em
Echoes in my brain, if kids report to the principle
Chorus:
F
Substance dulls the mind
Dm
Traife wine clouds the heart
Am
You can't sew a stitch with one hand
G
While you're taking it apart
F
Bright lights might look nice
Dm
But they sure won't make you sharp
Am
You can't sew a stitch with one hand
G
While you're taking it apart
C
Yeah, misty morning and my mom's a mess
Em
To make matters worse dog my pops is stressed, life is a test
Dm
Make the grade or catch an F, now death is all that's left
Em
To ponder I wander off hoping to catch my breath
C
And hold it, mold my memories from untold scripts
Em
And roll up in a tornado twist, now I'm certain
Dm
There's a pertinent reason I'm on this earth
Em
Seasons change in white plains, but we remain alert
C
When new school years appear fools fear for a failure and crawl away
Em
In tears, I play Popeye the Sailor and stay with spinach
Dm
We walk the halls with a grimace
Em
Yeah they gossip in groups, I try to mind my business and tell the truth
C
For instance
Em
I listen, see it all with basketball court vision
Ignoring ignorance in fields of fiction
Dm
We lean back in the calmest position
Em
And embrace the honesty found within our tension, What's good?
Chorus
Riff
Am
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
C
No more war, there won't be anymore hunger
Em
No jealousy, not even competition
Dm
Let go, release, you hold the keys
Em
Time we evaporate into the breeze
C
We are nothing, we are something
Em
Let go, release, you hold the keys
Dm
It's time we evaporate into the breeze
Em
We are nothing, we'll be something
C
Welcome to the desert of my soul
Em
You can stay if you like, there's room for one more
Dm Em
There's room for one more
