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LYRICS  CHORDS
American Born - G

V1
G 
It's the cattails by the levee 
F
where the water meets the stars
C
It's a rust-ed up chevy 
G
It's a beat up

Vienna, forever in love you and I
Snow and Fire

Protected by mountains and sweet austrian breeze,
A Queen and a King live embracing the trees
Hear elegant

your mind when you realize
There ain't nothing special about that dress
It's the woman in it

It's just a California king size laying in a dark room
It

throw
I shoot the shot like I’m Stephen 
Girl I’m lethal
I know my voice is a weapon
Let me reload

I’m a king you my queen
Light it up like Smokey girl

wouldn’t stick by my side if there was gum in the bed 
 I’m the apple of her eye so my swag she wanna bite 
Tell me what you don’t like then you do it outta

the pauper king
He tied his coat with a piece of string
Lived his life from day to day
He got by in his own way
Why he lived the life he led we never asked

Boy dropped in, no father
1 grandma no grandfather
Raised by a single momma, 
Low income housing Colorado
Suburbs where I was brought up
Rich white

finish line 
I ref the shots, I’ll make the play, and still call overtime 
Don’t worry bout us now, we gon' be alright

Fuck that king shit, I’m a tyrant

wanna hold ya
Notice the tan on my shoulder
The nights lookin bolder
Sun went down it's over
Climb in bed oh no... I wish I had known ya

I wish I had

some peace
Please make no mistake I was straight ima keep it brief
Only like head she gon suck this freak up out of me
Fighting with my bed made me late

no countries and it knows no boundaries
It'll take its fill of life until we drop
King or a fool, we're all its cream of the crop
So let's band

Fuck what you heard
Fuck what you seen
I'm a king on the beat
I'm a beast in the streets
Fuck what you think
Fuck what you been
Actions speak
Louder

Out my mind predict what's next
I scratch my name onto the hex
Overdose on cash and sex
I got sent out on this damn quest
Then woke tied up by my neck

are shot

Bullets rip through flesh
They drop by the score
For king and for country
The evils of war

This is no this is no this is no Great War
What

8 years back, i was kickin at home
Laying on my bed and you pop up on my phone
You were trynna holla cause be trynna know
How to pass the trials

it blackjack
Hitting on a card thing, playing like a bard tings
Mind is on aborting, bored out my chest
Working is a test, like a king on a board

I read your letter last night
That said you're never coming back
You said to sell off all your things and then send you a check
I thought king

I remember we were kings of the blacktop
Always lookin' for new things, new ways to act up
Only saw the real world through a laptop, damn
Life isn't

the game by muhself
Nah depend pon nobody else
Blue notes pon mind so mi rise from bed
Bless muh Bless
Me no the struggles them
Humbleness mi sure ah go make

a peasant in this land bowing down to king you
Oh my, oh my, oh my

Silly ocean creature I'da drowned unaware
But it's all just a dream a relax of a scare
Oh

don't drank up all the Vodka and a half a bottle of Moe
Ain't no need to find a bed, I can pass out on the floor
Tanqueray slow your tongue to where you

just by keeping

Reaping all the benefits of compound interest 
Penny pinchers end up with a real nice pension
And one day watch you'll be the king

me
2 AM laying in my bed
Staring at the ceiling
I just cannot sleep
Overthinking bout some things
Up in my head
That I don't wanna speak
Looking in

I would have said
If I could sit by your bed
All the words I had to say
If you'd another day

We'd sit over there
(Only me again Sam, I'll catch you