Tyler, The Creator – Take Your Mask Off (Guitar)

Db9             Ebmaj9
La-la-la-la-la-la-la

Ebmaj9
Big guns, big guns, what you got, huh?

Abmaj9
Slatt, slatt and pop back at the opps, huh?

Db9
Gang this, oh, you gang that?

              Ebmaj9
Don't let 'em know that you regret how you became that

    Ebmaj9
A good kid, fine home, mom and dad in the pic'

         Abmaj9
A little middle-class money, every Christmas legit

       Db9
Family trips, Ivy-bound, and one day, hit the switch

         Ebmaj9
You ain't wanna be seen as a bitch, cuz

                   Ebmaj9
And none them face tats gon' hide the fact that you sad, bruh

                    Abmaj9
You ain't a thug, you was in drama club, you's a actor

            Db9
But now cuz gettin' validation from the dumb and confused

       Ebmaj9
Now you facin' five to ten 'cause you had somethin' to prove, let's talk about it

Ebmaj9
And I hope you find yourself

Abmaj9
And I hope you find yourself

Db9                          Ebmaj9
And I hope you take your mask off

Ebmaj7
Preacher man, preacher man, preach

                     Abmaj9
You make these folks think you got somethin' to teach, like you ain't lyin'

Db9
Big bank from them collections, well, what you buyin'?

Ebmaj9
Ain't too fond of them gays, you don't deny it, wait

Ebmaj9
Since a kid, you knew somethin' was up

       Abmaj9
Had you thinkin' God would hate you so you covered it up

      Db9
Gotta hide how you live, what you really enjoy

         Ebmaj9
So got a wife, got a kid, but you be fuckin' them boys

         Ebmaj9
Sick of all the shame, sick of all the pain that's within

        Abmaj9
Scared of bein' seen, tired of rebukin' the sin

        Db9
Trade it all to be free and shine bright like the sun

        Ebmaj9
But you back on that religious shit as soon as you cum, let's talk about it

Ebmaj9
And I hope you find yourself (Hope you find yourself)

Abmaj9
And I hope you find yourself

Db9                          Ebmaj9
And I hope you take your mask off

                            Ebmaj9
Big-ass house that's on the hill, big-ass wheels in the garage

Abmaj9
Three cute kids that's in your arms

                   Db9
Your husband just made another mil'

                          Ebmaj9
You want your life back and a massage

                                   Ebmaj9
Tired of bein' at home, personality gone

                                         Abmaj9
Body ain't been the same, postpartum is long, your identity gone

                Db9
Mama your first name, your last one got changed

                      Ebmaj9
They dream about your nest but you crave flyin' alone, mane

Ebmaj9
You would start all over if we keepin' it real

Abmaj9
Current life is full but you ain't feelin' fulfilled

Db9
Fantasize about the dreams you left on the shelf

      Ebmaj9
Can't even get alone time to think of killin' yourself, let's talk about it

Ebmaj9
And I hope you find yourself (Ah, it's feelin' narrow)

Abmaj9
And I hope you find yourself

Db9                          Ebmaj9
And I hope you take your mask off (Oh, oh)

F7(#5)               Abm7                    G7(b5)
 Keep that shit one hundred with you, with yourself

                            Gbmaj7
You don't have to put on no costume

                               F7(#5)
You don't ever have to lie to kick it

                 Abm7
Yeah, tool won't stay hard, pain in your chest

              G7(b5)
Hair fallin' out, won't blame it on the stress

               Gbmaj7
Claim it's new partners, blame it on your ex

                 F7(#5)
Chest claim it's reflex, try to blame it on the cook

                 Abm7
Look, boy, keep runnin', you'll be crampin' in your foot

                   G7(b5)
Nervous, then you notice ain't no service on the hook

              Gbmaj7
Paranoid since nineteen, nervous system shook

                   F7(#5)
Better sit the fuck down or that skull gettin' took

      Abm7
That's ten million dollars invested, no justifyin' that

G7(b5)
Tryna sell them weird-ass clothes, nobody buyin' that

Gbmaj7
Sentiment is right, but your audience isn't racked enough

F7(#5)
That shit is a failure, my nigga, go 'head and pack it up

    Abm7                                                 G7(b5)
And put it in the trunk, you talk a lot of shit to not even be number one

                         Gbmaj7
Your beats ain't placin', them songs ain't slappin', your raps ain't rankin'

      F7(#5)                                                N.C.
Your stage presence don't even be in they conversation, go home

       Abm7                                    G7(b5)
You ain't gotta hide from the truth, tell your family why you such a recluse

                        Gbmaj7
Tell your spirit why you feelin' it's a wrap in the booth

                         F7(#5)
Dog, how dare you try to ruin her marriage?

                                         Abm7
Claim you never wore a mask and how you don't get embarrassed

                                      G7(b5)
Boy, you selfish as fuck, that's really why you scared of bein' a parent

                  Gbmaj7
Boy, that therapy needed, I'd dare you to seek it, but I'd lose a bet

      F7(#5)
Your respect won't get given 'til we postin' your death

     Abm7
It's clear you wish you got your flowers sent

    G7(b5)
You eatin' fertilizer to balance shit

Ebmaj9
And I hope you find yourself

Abmaj9
And I hope you find yourself

Db9                          Ebmaj9
And I hope you take your mask off