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[Intro]
Bbmaj7 Gm7 Dm7 Am7
e|-----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|-----------------|----------------|----1-----------|----------------|
G|-----2-----------|----------------|--2-------------|----0-----------|
D|---3-------------|----3-----------|0---------------|--2-------------|
A|-1---------------|--1-------------|----------------|0---------------|(x2, then continues into chorus)
E|-----------------|3---------------|----------------|----------------|
^ ' ^ ' ^ ' ^ ' |^ ' ^ ' ^ ' ^ ' |^ ' ^ ' ^ ' ^ ' |^ ' ^ ' ^ ' ^ ' |
1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4
[Chorus]
Bbmaj7 Gm7
Damn, I'm burning up
Dm7 Am7
Everything I touch
Bbmaj7
Can't let you get ahead
Gm7 Dm7
Watch it on my skin
Am7
I fumigate your web
Bbmaj7 Gm7
Damn, I'm burning up
Dm7 Am7
Everything I touch
Bbmaj7
Can't let you get ahead
Gm7 Dm7
Watch it on my skin
Am7
I fumigate your web
[Verse 1]
Bbmaj7
I can't think anymore (hey)
Gm7
Don't know what I did it for (yeah)
Dm7
Maybe I was just bored (mm)
Am7
Maybe I want more
Bbmaj7
Knew what I was getting into with you
Gm7
Why did I waste your, your time?
Dm7
Shit wasn't love and you know it was true
Am7
Love burning, all night (yeah)
Bbmaj7
Got stains all on my jeans
Gm7
I wanna make you breathe
Dm7
you to blow off steam
Am7
That's that Siamese Dream
Bbmaj7 Gm7
Still stay on the street where your parents got off watching os and pyros at night once the night fall
Dm7
Got red lines on my eyeballs
N.C.
What, will you pick up when I call?
[Chorus]
Bbmaj7 Gm7
Damn, I'm burning up (oh, oh, oh)
Dm7 Am7
Everything I touch
Bbmaj7
I'd let you get ahead (oh, oh, oh)
Gm7 Dm7 Am7
I'd let you get ahead
Bbmaj7 Gm7
Damn, I'm burning up (oh, oh, oh)
Dm7 Am7
Everything I touch
Bbmaj7
I'd let you get ahead
Gm7 Dm7 Am7
I'd let you get ahead
[Verse 2]
Bbmaj7
Remember when the cops came to my house?
Gm7 Dm7
I was smoking, they said put it out, nah dog
Am7
My ma out of town, then he put me on the ground
Bbmaj7
Stay the night outside cause no one called
Gm7
For me to come home, they want me gone
Dm7
Got it, throw it, streetlight's broken
Am7 Bbmaj7
I was hopin' you'd help but you watched as I fell and there's
Gm7
No excuse, I get it from you, you, you
Dm7 Am7
But that's no excuse, no excuse, for what I do, do, do
Bbmaj7
She said
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