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NF – Returns chords
[Intro] Fm [Verse 1]FmWhat is perfect? Not meFmI've been overworkin' for weeksFmI go home then purchase some thingsFmThat I know will not fill my needsFmHave a dose of what I've achievedFmThen get lonesome and I critiqueFmWho I am and what I believeFmMake up standards too high to reachFmUntrained animal off the leashFmI'm in panic, but yet relievedFmBrought your hammock to hang with me?FmGrab a hatchet, cut down your treeFmLike a mannequin that can speakFmWhat I have in store is uniqueFmI just mop the floors with MCsFmI can't stop until things are cleanFmI'm an amateur's what you thinkFmSo you stand there in disbeliefFm'Til I dislocate both your feetFmThat's what happens, you step to meFmNot too graphic, but not PGFmLots of action in every sceneFmI'm kidnapping all of your dreamsFmHold 'em hostage and watch 'em scream (Ahh!)FmRap aside, I am what I advertiseFmDon't matter how you put it, we live, then we have to dieFmYou might hate it, but you can't denyFmSee, everything that I've been doing got me lookin' like a mastermindFmIt's so vain, but I vandalize that I do what you fantasizin'FmTook a vision of my dreamsFmAnd then found a better way that I can make itFmI've been looking, think I'm really 'bout to maximize it (Agh!)[Chorus]FmThese bullets form in my mind and come out my mouth and (Pow, pow, pow)AbFor anyone out there doubting or acting mouthy (Watch, watch, watch)FmForget what you heard about me, I've been astounding (Got, got, got)BbmSomething for you thinking you might run circles 'round me[Verse 2]FmYeah, ain't this all I ever wanted?FmThat's a fact, no, that's a lie, noFmI'm confused, yeah, I got problemsFmWhat's the use? Yeah, let's be honestFmScrews are loose, I need 'em tightenedFmNot amused, yeah, look what I didFmBrought you something, hope you like itFmSo precise, the flow the nicestFmSo productive, stop your whiningFmBack in style like I was vinylFmI make songs and they go viralFmSomething's off if I go idleFm"Been so long," yeah, okay, I knowFmTake your shoes off, you're in my homeFmYou got fans, but not like I do, yeah (I do, I do)FmThankful, I try to be, can't contain what's inside of meFmThey don't like this side of me 'cause I lack in compliancyFmI question what I can see if you're not playing my CDFmNo expiring, I'll decide when I think it's my time to leave (Woo)FmYeah, 'cause they won't retire me, it inspires me to be inspiringFmWhen I'm low I feel like I'm spiralingFmPushin' forward, look, I can't ignore itFmThere ain't no I in team, but drop the T and AFmSometimes, if I'm bein' honest, feels like it's only meFmNo defeat, notably, better have it right if you're quoting meFmWrite my name on your hit list, it might be the last time you wrote somethingFmRip that cocky smile right off your face for thinking you're close to meFmGrab a can of gasoline, light it all over your self-esteemFmSelfishly watching y'all helplessly pretend you're on my planetFmShoot you out of the sky like you're punchlines, you are not landin'FmGun jammin', reach in your mouth and rip out your tongue after tongueFmLashings, I hand 'em out like pamphlets in church, PastorFmShow up to my funeral wearin' all black, and what's happenin'?FmI look around and wonder, "Where my fans at?"FmOh Lord, they know me so well, they know I'm not in that casketFmTrash bag is prolly buried somewhere full of my ashesFmMy music's superb, playin' with words, play with my nervesFmThey gon' have a list of issues long as my shirtsFmVery absurd, very disturbedFmStare at the Earth like, "This is not the place I was birthed"FmI'm generic, you sure?FmOh, they think I'm very reservedFm'Til I open up on the beat like on my Therapy workFmI don't care what you heard, real scary, carry the verseFmWhile I'm wearin' my merch, stompin' on your arrogant turfFmSit back and observe, nah, I like to actually workFmThis life's so unpredictable, it just keeps pitching me curvesFmI take a swing, I hate the things that make me feel like I'm dirtFmI've patiently been waitin', please, I think it's time for my turnFmMy expertise are melodies, they talk to me when I'm hurtFmJust let me be, eventually someday they'll see what I'm worthFmI cross my I's and dot my T's, it makes no sense, but I've learnedFmNormal to you is not to me, the outcast finally returns (Returns, returns)