Pre-Occupied
Jon Bellion
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A# A# Wu-Tang raised me, Death Cab changed meA# You should go and ask Rihanna ifA# the pen game's crazyGm Gm My artistry is everything, that's my babyGm But when it comes to publishing,Gm it's fuck you, pay meA# Don't be mad cause the records thatA# you cut sound lazyA# And everything I'm cooking,A# sounding nuts like rabies (uh)Gm Gm I hate rappers, please don't call meGm Give me urinal suggestions likeGm please don't stall meGm Gm Don't play for me, I'll be yawningGm Gm How I'm doing pop melodies and you sound cornyA# A# Now everybody trying to hang around like awningsA# Me and my people linking in the parkA# like crawlingGm Gm Things seem Rocky, Drago, IvanGm Gm No cash, broke bad, so damn HeisenGm Gm Berg, check the chemistry, I found this hybridGm It's Dilla in the pocket but it's soGm Paul SimonA# A# It took a little while for your mind to find itA# But once you see the genius it'sA# 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 itGm But once you saw the genius, it'sGm A# intimidating, isn't it?A# A# A# Isn't it? Isn't it? [Chorus]A# They told me that my attentionD# span alignsGm F Somewhat with a child or a fly, yeahA# They didn't understand that I sawD# signsContinúa después del anuncioGm F Hearing things, but now they realizeA# That the woman that I prayed forD# became my wifeGm F And dreams that I wrote down, they came to lifeA# I figured out there's money in myD# mindGm F I'm glad I lived my life pre-occupied [Post-Chorus]A# You need to get that bag out my faceA# God made me a full-blown geniusA# What the fuck I need coke for?A# You need to get that bag out my faceA# God made me a full-blown geniusA# What the fuck I need coke for? [Verse 2]A# A# Outkast raised me, Lupe changed meA# Now I do things with words to makeA# you lames praise meGm Whether Liu Kang or Luke James orGm Usain maybeGm Feeling flyer than a jet son, I'm ohGm so SpacelyA# A# Now everybody clueless, how the flow so crazy?A# Got me dashing with an actress,A# lookin' oh so StaceyGm Gm I hate rappers and I really mean itGm Tryna ball with the kid'll get youGm sunned like PhoenixGm Rather ball you up, feather and tarredGm Until you're harder than sparringGm with Mayweather with leather SpaldingsGm A# This is my calling, so I answerA# it with bars, but not for serviceA# It's for hurting any person verses meA# I've been rhyming since nurseriesGm Third degree burns, emerge from theGm furnace, get close to meGm While I'm roasting one of theseGm pigs, my flow is rotisserieGm It's a pity that all these hoesGm slipping out of their hosieryGm Get a hold of me, I slip throughGm their fingers like RosariesA# Been waiting for you to find itA# So I leave it where it's supposed to beA# Cause once you see the genius, it'sA# 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 itGm But once you see the genius, it'sGm A# intimidating, isn't it?A# A# A# Isn't it? Isn't it? [Chorus]A# They told me that my attentionD# span alignsGm F Somewhat with a child or a fly, yeahA# They didn't understand that I sawD# signsGm F Hearing things, but now they realizeA# That the woman that I prayed forD# became my wifeGm F And dreams that I wrote down, they came to lifeA# I figured out there's money in myD# mindGm F I'm glad I lived my life pre-occupied [Post-Chorus]A# You need to get that bag out my faceA# God made me a full-blown geniusA# What the fuck I need coke for?A# You need to get that bag out my faceA# God made me a full-blown geniusA# What the fuck I need coke for? N.C. Beautiful Mind