Blur my hands Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[D][F][Am][Em]
[D]Fro[F]m t[Am]he[Em]
[F#dim]floating death,
to the [F]fire of death
To a [Am]flower out[Em]side my
grave and oh [D]man
[F]Were you just [Am]being
[Em]polite with your hands[D]?
Take time to learn me like [F]court appointed attorneys

[Verse 2]
[Am]
Restore the [Em]order,
we either join or adjourning
[F#m]Less you jo[F]in I'm
up performing the journey
[Am]In all earne[Em]st, I go so Bern[D]ie
Takes an[F]other nigga to turn me
Get [Em]it straight, I ain't late on states
[F#dim]I'm just sternly stating[F]
How what I [Am]do,
with [Em]grace takes another nigga to turn mean
[F]My return mea[Am]ns like
blockbuster with a tick
And I ain't kind but I don't hit
[F]So you starting at the end,
that's [Am]the part where you begin
I [C]skip the bull[F]shit so we can
start it where we win
Yeah, [Am]spoiler alert
I can hear you [Em]all saying
"boy you're a [Am]jerk"
[F]But it's cool though,
[Am]know we gotta rule yo
[C]Get in, [F]then we win and do it all again,
ho

[Verse 3]
From the [F#dim]floating death, to the [F]fire of death
To a [Am]flower outside [Em]of my
grave and oh [F#dim]man
[F]Were you just [Em]being polite
[D]with your hands?
[F]And it rea[Am]lly means I'm num[Em]ber one,
[D]and you're [F]a fan
Well that's [Am]cool,
cause [Em]I think you're number one to[D]o[F]
Yeah that's [Am]cool,
cause [Em]I think you're number one to[F#dim]o[F]
Yeah that's [Am]cool,
[Em]cause I think you're number one

[Verse 4]
Now me and [D]words, we made a [F]deal,
that [C]I'm gon' keep 'em [F]real
[Am]And they show me their s[Em]ecrets,
I can even cop [D]a feel[F]
[Am]Victorious, can't [Em]match wit,
with warriors
[F]I match wig[Am] with wits,
similarly can't mix [F]matchsticks with forests'
Only you can [Am]prevent what I do
[C]Only due can pre[F]vent
what's my view
[Am]I match matchsticks with wicks
Wicker man, take a sip of liquor [F]and
Spit [Am]the lip off warriors
[C]And spit fla[F]mes,
nigga get in the gang ah

[Verse 5]
From the [F#dim]floating death, to the [F]fire of death
To a [Am]flower outside [Em]of my
grave and oh [F#dim]man
[F]Were you just being[Am]
[Em]polite [D]with your [F]hands?
And [Am]it really means I'm [Em]number one,
and [F#dim]you're a [F]fan
Well that's [Am]cool,
cause [Em]I think you're number one to[D]o[F]
Yeah that's [Am]cool,
cause [Em]I think you're number one to[F#dim]o[F][Am]
[Em]I think you're number one

[Verse 6]
[D]It's road rage, [F]without a roll cage
Takes cour[Em]age to run on
[F#m]these roadways
[F]I know you like "no way",
[Am]but I'm a full [Em]race
All so every soccer Terry [D]Fox mould[F#dim]ing,
[F]go ahead
[Am]Don't stop[Em], go ahead
[D]Sitting in [F]your car, just listening to the bars
And there's traffic all [Em]around and
you feel like falling down
And the [D]music that I'm [F#dim]spewing out,
[F]enough to calm him down
'Fore you [Am]know you watch your [Em]car
with your briefcase walkin' round
And them [F#dim]dollars from the budget
that went [F]to S1 Production
And Se[Am]bastian on [Em]the hook,
like being dug by Michael [D]Douglas[F#dim][F]
[Am]So don't start[Em] that walk through
Echo Park
[F#m]My life's a one- [F]on- one
and you caught up in the jam
[Am]Just show some love [Em]back
to your number one fan

[Verse 7]
From the [D]floating [F#dim]death,
to the [F]fire of death
To a [Am]flower outside [Em]of my
grave and oh [F#dim]man
[F]Were you just being[Am] poli[Em]te
with [D]your hand[F]s?
And it [Am]really means I'm [Em]number one,
and [D]you're [F#dim]a fan[F]
Well that's [Am]cool,
cause [Em]I think you're number one [D]too
[F]Yeah that's [Am]cool, cause [Em]I think you're number one [F#dim]too
[F][Am][Em]
[D][F][Am][F][Em][D]
[F][Am]
[Em]I think you're number one

[Outro 1]
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