Dance Gavin Dance – Count Bassy (Guitar)

Capo 6
Key
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Versions (2)

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Chords

[Verse 1]
Am            C             Am
    So you don't believe in magic

Em
I'm never falling from these habits

Am         C          Am
No, who's ever really static

Em
Just take my honor you can have it
[Pre-Chorus]
C             D             Am
Don't get all sentimental about it, oh no

              C                  D
The sun comes up, the rain comes down

      Em
There ain't nothing you can do to change it

C             D             Am
Don't get all sentimental about it, oh no

            C  D
Life's not fair

Em
Empathy is overrated
[Chorus]
G              D
Look the other way

               Em
Always been my game
Got a way of cleaning
D
All the shame tryna stain to my name

G              D
Look the other way

                Em
Darkness in the shade
Got away with feeling
D
Like I'm faking every single breath I take
[Instrumental] C G D [Pre-Chorus]
C             D             Am
Don't get all sentimental about it, oh no

              C                  D
The sun comes up, the rain comes down

       Em
There ain't nothing you can do to change it

C             D             Am
Don't get all sentimental about it, oh no

           C  D
Life's not fair

Em
Empathy is overrated
[Chorus]
G              D
Look the other way

               Em
Always been my game
Got a way of cleaning
D
All the shame tryna stain to my name

G               D
Look the other way

                 Em
Darkness in the shade
Got away with feeling
D
Like I'm faking every single breath I take
[Bridge]
G              D
Look the other way

               Em
Always been my game

                     D
Got away pretending like I'm faking every single word I say
[pause] [Verse 2]
G
Come up in my closet I'ma get you fat

C
That's a chill initial feeling when I come right back

Em
I can see the orchids blooming out your beautiful crack

D
Since my head is now my belly I need big brain snacks

G
Welcome to my odd ass city with the lopsided loaves

C
The limp wristed winded sex on abdomen

Em
What's my style I'm blind to dude tooth clang

D
Chomp real loud I tuned out all intervals

G
Looking through the glass watching eyes cry glitter

C
Slid in on a sack laced in body suit slipper

Em
I'ma peel in two and then shed my image

D
Turn into some panoramic spinning gold bridges