Jon Bellion – Eyes To The Sky (Guitar)

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[Verse 1] (Oh yeah)
         C
Anxiety dances across my pillow case

           F
My god it dances—it's like, 1, 2 step

                     C
It's asking stupid questions
Like, "Are you living right?"
            F
Such stupid questions
'Cause I'm just trying to— [Pre-Hook]
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I'm trying to live, I'm trying to rise

           C               F
Above the shit, the devil tries

          Am            G          C
Which is why I keep my eyes to the sky
[Hook]
       C
Insert something really dope right here
I'm supposed to write a hook but all I wanna say is
                  F
I just want to be happy (I just want to be happy)
Want to be happy (Yeah)
                 C
I'm supposed to write a f'ing hook right here
Money and bitches blah blah yeah yeah
                  F
I just want to be happy (I just want to be happy)
Want to be happy (Yeah) [Verse 2]
                     C
I've been working my ass off
That's why Christina left me
                F
Been working my ass off

                                       C
On this project, but I guess that it's okay

                                             F
My family never liked you, I guess that it's okay
Now I'm just, I'm just— [Pre-Hook]
              Am                  G
I'm trying to live, I'm trying to rise

           C               F
Above the shit, the devil tries

          Am            G          C
Which is why I keep my eyes to the sky
[Hook]
       C
Insert something really dope right here
I'm supposed to write a hook but all I wanna say is
                  F
I just want to be happy (I just want to be happy)
Want to be happy (Yeah)
                 C
I'm supposed to write a f'ing hook right here
Money and bitches blah blah yeah yeah
                  F
I just want to be happy (I just want to be happy)
Want to be happy (Yeah) [Verse 3] N.C. Listen boo boo, bear with me (yeah) N.C. Smarter than your average N.C. Raised around Brooklyn based Italian N.C. There's so much soul up in my Johnson N.C. I don't need a rapper on it N.C. Because the urbans in my testes N.C. But I come in pop packaging (Yikes)
C
Bunch of pricks talk shit, we call that cactusing
We don't want no fight club don't want no Brad Pitt'in
F
Braymance like this shit just when I'm ad-libbin'
Fronting on my Sean Penn what movie are you actin in?
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Seventh grade I said "I'm bout to leave the masses then"

C                  F
My ex-girlfriend's sister said "you babbling"

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Even back then cook crack, drug trafficking
[Outro]
              Am                  G
I'm trying to live, I'm trying to rise

           C               F
Above the shit, the devil tries

          Am           N.C.
Which is why I keep my eyes to the sky
N.C. You're gonna be okay kid, you're gonna be okay