Fm D#
Well I could curse this neighborhood
G# C#
For giving me just what it should
Cm Fm
D# place to set my lawyers bars
A#m D#
In backseats of my high friends cars
Fm D#
I’m standing still, I’m thinking fast
G# C#
My second natures built to last
Cm Fm
I’m first in line to disappear
A#m D#
And rethink in about ten years
G# C#m G#
But I’ll wait, till it does a little harm
C#m G#
To stand with open arms
C#m A#m
To course correct my self respect
D# G#
Until I go too far
D# Fm
And I’ll measure by the best
D# G#
And I’ll swear that I’m the worst
D# C# C#m
And I’ll place my bets on my only card
Fm D#
So I could curse this neighborhood
G# C#
For letting me be what i could
Cm Fm
Please cut me down out of the roots
A#m D#
I planted with a good excuse
Fm D#
I’m thinking slow and moving fast
G# C#
Like easy roads are built to last
Cm Fm
Like hypocrites need sympathy
A#m D#
For fighting who they’re meant to be
G# C#m G#
But I’ll wait, till it does a little harm
C#m G#
To stand with open arms
C#m A#m
To course correct my self respect
D# G#
Until I go too far
D# Fm
And I’ll say I need the best
D# G#
And I’ll measure by the worst
D# C# C#m
And I’ll raise my debts And say it ain’t so hard
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Fm D#
So I could curse this neighborhood
G# C#
For keeping me from what it could
Cm Fm
I’m cashing in I’m moving up
A#m D#
I’m spending all my time and luck
Fm D#
Im heading on I’m looking back
G# C#
Im setting up an even match
Cm Fm
I’ll stop rethinking each mistake
A#m D#
Nothing short of ten years late
G# C#m G#
But I’ll wait, till it does a little harm
C#m G#
To stand with open arms
C#m A#m
To course correct my self respect
D# G#
Until I go too far
D# Fm
And I’ll try to be my best
D# G#
And I’ll live with all my worst
D# C# C#m
And I’ll get upset and thank my fate and stars