Pre-Occupied

Jon Bellion

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Tono:
A# A# Wu-Tang raised me, Death Cab changed me
A# You should go and ask Rihanna if
A# the pen game's crazy
Gm Gm My artistry is everything, that's my baby
Gm But when it comes to publishing,
Gm it's fuck you, pay me
A# Don't be mad cause the records that
A# you cut sound lazy
A# And everything I'm cooking,
A# sounding nuts like rabies (uh)
Gm Gm I hate rappers, please don't call me
Gm Give me urinal suggestions like
Gm please don't stall me
Gm Gm Don't play for me, I'll be yawning
Gm Gm How I'm doing pop melodies and you sound corny
A# A# Now everybody trying to hang around like awnings
A# Me and my people linking in the park
A# like crawling
Gm Gm Things seem Rocky, Drago, Ivan
Gm Gm No cash, broke bad, so damn Heisen
Gm Gm Berg, check the chemistry, I found this hybrid
Gm It's Dilla in the pocket but it's so
Gm Paul Simon
A# A# It took a little while for your mind to find it
A# But once you see the genius it's
A# intimidating, isn't it? [Pre-Chorus]
A# A# Isn't it? Isn't it?
A# A# Isn't it? Isn't it?
Gm Gm Took a little while for your mind to find it
Gm But once you saw the genius, it's
Gm A# intimidating, isn't it?
A# A# A# Isn't it? Isn't it? [Chorus]
A# They told me that my attention
D# span aligns
Gm F Somewhat with a child or a fly, yeah
A# They didn't understand that I saw
D# signs
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Gm F Hearing things, but now they realize
A# That the woman that I prayed for
D# became my wife
Gm F And dreams that I wrote down, they came to life
A# I figured out there's money in my
D# mind
Gm F I'm glad I lived my life pre-occupied [Post-Chorus]
A# You need to get that bag out my face
A# God made me a full-blown genius
A# What the fuck I need coke for?
A# You need to get that bag out my face
A# God made me a full-blown genius
A# What the fuck I need coke for? [Verse 2]
A# A# Outkast raised me, Lupe changed me
A# Now I do things with words to make
A# you lames praise me
Gm Whether Liu Kang or Luke James or
Gm Usain maybe
Gm Feeling flyer than a jet son, I'm oh
Gm so Spacely
A# A# Now everybody clueless, how the flow so crazy?
A# Got me dashing with an actress,
A# lookin' oh so Stacey
Gm Gm I hate rappers and I really mean it
Gm Tryna ball with the kid'll get you
Gm sunned like Phoenix
Gm Rather ball you up, feather and tarred
Gm Until you're harder than sparring
Gm with Mayweather with leather Spaldings
Gm A# This is my calling, so I answer
A# it with bars, but not for service
A# It's for hurting any person verses me
A# I've been rhyming since nurseries
Gm Third degree burns, emerge from the
Gm furnace, get close to me
Gm While I'm roasting one of these
Gm pigs, my flow is rotisserie
Gm It's a pity that all these hoes
Gm slipping out of their hosiery
Gm Get a hold of me, I slip through
Gm their fingers like Rosaries
A# Been waiting for you to find it
A# So I leave it where it's supposed to be
A# Cause once you see the genius, it's
A# A# intimidating isn't it? [Pre-Chorus]
A# A# Isn't it? Isn't it?
Gm Gm Took a little while for your mind to find it
Gm But once you see the genius, it's
Gm A# intimidating, isn't it?
A# A# A# Isn't it? Isn't it? [Chorus]
A# They told me that my attention
D# span aligns
Gm F Somewhat with a child or a fly, yeah
A# They didn't understand that I saw
D# signs
Gm F Hearing things, but now they realize
A# That the woman that I prayed for
D# became my wife
Gm F And dreams that I wrote down, they came to life
A# I figured out there's money in my
D# mind
Gm F I'm glad I lived my life pre-occupied [Post-Chorus]
A# You need to get that bag out my face
A# God made me a full-blown genius
A# What the fuck I need coke for?
A# You need to get that bag out my face
A# God made me a full-blown genius
A# What the fuck I need coke for? N.C. Beautiful Mind
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