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G Gb
(Look out for yourself)
G
I wake up to the sounds of the silence that allows
Gb
From my mind to run around, with my ear up to the
Ground
G
I'm searching to behold the stories that are told
Gb
When my back is to the world that was smiling when I
Turned
G Gb
Tell you you're the greatest
G Gb
But once you turn, they hate us
G
Oh, the misery
Gb
Everybody wants to be my enemy
G
Spare the sympathy
Gb G Gb
Everybody wants to be my enemy-y-y-y-y
(Look out for yourself)
G Gb
My enemy-y-y-y-y
(Look out for yourself)
But I'm ready
G
Your words up on the wall as you're praying for my fall
Gb
And the laughter in the halls
And the names that I've been called
G
I stack it in my mind and I'm waiting for the time
Gb
When I show you what it's like to be words spit in a mic
G Gb
Tell you you're the greatest
G
But once you turn, they hate us
G
Oh, the misery
Gb
Everybody wants to be my enemy
G
Spare the sympathy
Gb G Gb
Everybody wants to be my enemy-y-y-y-y
(Look out for yourself)
G Gb
My enemy-y-y-y-y
(Look out for yourself)
Unh, look, okay
G
I'm hoping that somebody pray for me
I'm praying that somebody hope for me
Gb
I'm staying where nobody 'posed to be
P-p-posted, being a wreck of emotions
G
Ready to go whenever just let me know
The road is long so put the pedal into the floor
Gb
The enemy's on my trail, my energy unavailable
I'ma tell 'em: Hasta luego
G
They wanna plot on my trot to the top
I've been outta shape, thinking out the box I'm an
Astronaut
Gb
I blasted off the planet rock to cause catastrophe
G
And it matters more because I had it not
Had I thought about wreaking havoc on an opposition
Gb
Kinda shockin' they wanted a static with precision I'm
Automatic quaterback
I ain't talking sacking, pack it, pack it up, I don't panic
Batter, batter up, who the baddest?
It don't matter 'cause we at ya throat
Gb
Everybody wants to be my enemy
G
Spare the sympathy
Gb
Everybody wants to be my enemy
G
Oh, the misery
Gb
Everybody wants to be my enemy
G
Spare the sympathy
Gb
Everybody wants to be my enemy
G
Pray it away, I swear
Gb
I'll never be a saint, no way
My enemy
G
Pray it away, I swear
Gb
I'll never be a saint
(Look out for yourself)
Written by J.i.d / Reynolds / Mckee / Sermon / Platzman / Tranter / Mattman & Robin