A G C G C G DG Bm Em G D G D [Verses]G D G A I don't get high no moreC D G I don't seem to fly no moreC G Bm Em I drink all the drinks but they don't do the trickC G B Em I do the same drugs but they just make me sickC G B Em I try and I try but I can't get my kicksA D The way I did beforeC G D G I don't live it up no moreC Cm D G I don't give a f**k no moreC G B Em There was a time I was queen of the streetC G Bm Em I'd strut and I'd stride but that shit got me beatC G B7 Em Now I can't deny that I can't competeAm Am7 D7 And frankly it's a boreC D#dim Gm Gdim G7 Lately I've been thinking about stuffC I'm quite relievedC#dim To concedeBm E7 I've think I've hadAm D7 More than enough [Instrumental]G D G C C#m G C G Am Em C G B Em C G B Em A7 DG D G I don't pray much no moreC C# G I don't say much no moreC G B Em I'm tongue-tied and trite or I ain't got the witC G B Em The words come out right but they don't seem to fitC G B Em I shout and I cry but I have to admitAm D7 It's all been said beforeG Em Am I don't get high no moreG Em F#m Bm I can't seem to fly no moreEm D A Since you walked through my doorAm7 Bm I don't live it up - noAm Bm I don't give a f**k - noC G I don't get high no moreAm7 Bm And there's no need to pray - noAm Bm There's not much to say - noC Em D Em Stuff ain't the way, that stuff was beforeAm7 D G Since you kicked down my door
Dont Get High No More
The Real Tuesday Weld
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