Death Is Certain, Pt. 2 (It Hurts): accordi di
Royce Da 5′9′′
Royce Da 5′9′′

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Tonalità: Eb major
Verse 1
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Yeah, my nigga we
greater than friends
All we know is the beginnin,
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nobody controls the way that it ends
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I got, the weight of the world
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on my shoulders
and one phone call can change it
- make it fall 'til I'm all caved in
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My homie got shot and it's not
lookin good for him
No, this is not happenin,
knock on wood for him
Speedin to the hospital cryin,
askin God, "Why?"
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I'm mashin, my car movin
as fast as my mind
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This is not happenin to me
My homie will not,
and I repeat will NOT flatline on me
How can I explain this vividly
to your moms
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that this is behind entertainment?
She won't get it
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All she understands is the boy
that she raised just might
die in a hospital bed fightin
for his life
I'm prayin, standin over you
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Lookin at you hooked up to a machine,
holdin your hand, sayin
Verse 2
Gm
Gm
Don't you go nowhere.
stay here with me
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Cause if you leave meeee. it
hurrrrts so bad
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(Death is certainly
gon' catch you)
They can take me
(Whoever especially you will be left hurt)
I'll take yo' place
(This is the cold, harshness
of life)
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(Just when it unfolds you
lucky to grow old - life!)
Cause it hurrrrts so bad
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You tearin our team apart Though time
Verse 3
Gm
Gm
heals all of our wounds
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Gm
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it's still leavin a mark
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Gm
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I took it too far; the feelin
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that's hidden deep in my heart,
comes out, when I look at the scar
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And I can't kill, nobody to get you back
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Nigga that's somethin
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that time can't heal
While I'm sayin my grace
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I'll be lookin up at the sky,
and tellin God that he's makin a mistake
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Gm
You can't take away one brother
and leave the rest of the clique
Lord please, double check yo' list
And if you get to his name
and it's a check beside it
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Death comes in three's,
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Gm
take me next
. but don't make me sweat, please
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Gm
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I won't make it,
I get restless speculatin
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Sons should bury mothers
Every mother don't wanna bury her son,
Interlude 1
they sayin
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Verse 4
Gm
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Death is certainly gon' catch you
Whoever especially you will be left hurt
This is the cold, harshness of life
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Just when it unfolds you lucky
to grow old - life!
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(And) Death is not no option I'm pullin money
Verse 5
Gm
Gm
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outta my pocket
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tryin to con the doctor
Please, treat this thug the way
you would treat yo' baby
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The way that you would treat yo' blood,
I'll pay!
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As heavyweight as we are,
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I know how you medics are
Cause I be checkin ER everyday
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I know we are a
hairful - but doc
this ain't one of them that came through
shot that shoulda been careful
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Cause no dude could bleed; the way
his heart pumps
more than any patient that
rode through that you seen
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The reason that he's my man
Cause I tell him if he can hear me to squeeze
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my hand and he squeezes
. so I tell him some things
Don't let them machines help you breathe,
don't leave from receivin
'Round quarter to eight - his
moms is sleepin
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His grip weakens,
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his squiggly lines go straight (go straight)
Call the doctor, "Give him all you got!
Shock him!" He gon'
tell you it's too late
Call the doctor, "Give him all you got!
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Shock him!" It's too late
Outro 1
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