Little Death chords and lyrics - LUPE FIASCO

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[Intro 1]
[Dm][Am][G][Am]
[G][Am][Dm][Am][Dm][Am][G]
[Am][Dm][G][Am][G][Dm]
Now bring [Am]it out Like a [Dm]finger in the back of your mouth

[Verse 1]
[Am]
Cher[Em]ubs and cere[Dm]bellum,
Tara at Sarah's [Am]wedding
[Dm]Sam marrying Sam
Band pushed upon the finger
of Sam's hairiest hand
[Am]If that sickens you, you a bigot
If it doesn't well then you wicked
[Dm]Such is life
Odd as Egg McMuffins at [Am]night
No answers,
[Dm]so let us watch these dancers
Structure reformed gracefully being born
On the [Am]pallet of dark greys,
[G]concaves and spirals
[Dm]Kal eidoscope into a Eiffel
[F]It ripples then [Am]it tidals
[C]Vacillates then [Am]it v[Dm]irals
Babylons then it Bibles and [Am]others
And tell me of the spinning mothers
And [Dm]today's mathematics for beloved
And beasts' bellies covered like
the cummerbunds of butlers

[Verse 2]
[Dm]How was [Am]your day,
can [G]I m[Am]ake what y[G]ou say
[Am]What I [Dm]wanna [Am]hear, [Dm]cause I [Am]want [G]you here
The [Dm]hell that [Am]we raised to t[G]he h[Am]eav
ens [G]do [Em]anything [Dm]for[Am]
La [G]petite [Am]mort, [G]la petite mort
They keep the [Dm]bottles just to make glass houses

[Verse 3]
[Am]Then climb
up to the second floors
and throw rocks out [Dm]it
Then expect not a volley in reply
Some place [Am]vulnerable like
prolly in the eye
What of the [Dm]chicken? what is it missin',
is it dry?
Did [Am]it die in some [G]inhumane conditions
so [Dm]it didn't go relaxed
And attention from its demise pulled
all of the [Am]flavor from the fat
And made it [Dm]flat and rather
lifeless
Well there's a place
that has a [Am]stunning [G](?)
And more mercifully murdered
[Dm]Pisces
But barbaric are still the [Am]prices
[Dm]It's rather [Am]niceless, apricot in[G]
dices and fro[Dm]mage slices
My son will call risotto rices
[Am]If and when he's left
to his [G]own devices, well
[Dm]How is your memory?
Is it returning like a [Am]lemon tree
[G]To bear bitter fruit of what
you [Am]meant to me
Or was [Dm]it slippin' like permission
am I trippin' like Phil
I feel [Am]I'm grippin' but maybe
the [Dm]transmission
Still left out the life,
also left out the will, [Am]grief
Will cheese never [F]touch your teeth
[Dm]Maybe like kosher beef
Is it real, is [Am]it real, is [Em]it real
Ha, [Dm]hah!

[Verse 4]
How at [Am]the date can [Dm]I
[Am]make you [G]my break
[Am]Cause I [Dm]want [Am]you dear,
oo[Dm]h, I w[Am]ant yo[G]u dear
[Am]The [Dm]hell that [Am]we ra[Dm]ised to the
[Am]heavens [G]make ([Em]?) f[G]or
[Dm]Our [Am]petit[Dm]e mor[G]t,[Am]
[G]our petite mort

[Verse 5]
[Dm]So glad yo[Am]u're back,
but not glad [G]at that you're glad
[Am]Where is the glamor in collapse?
Where in [F]the shatter of the [G]facts shoves one
back to a pattern of stab wound[Dm]s
Swoon [Am]ridden goons [Dm]consumed
and driven mad [Am]soon
The atten[Em]ded years s[G]lowly fills
with baboon[Dm]s[Am]
That other monkey business
Where killers go [Em]free cause a
junkie's a funky [Am]witness
[Dm]Runny mas[Am]caras from [F]the cunning
mask [Am]wearers of death
Bygone errors, [G]sittin' like two oil derricks
[Dm]Separated [Am]by a sea[Dm]
of cooling num [Am]nums
Reminiscing of an every day playing
hum [Dm]drum
Where recognition went [Am]un noticed
And then solidified till it
was stoic
[Dm]We should've been poets
Somewhere [Am]between amateurs and
grandmasters of iambic pentameter

[Verse 6]
How [Dm]are your chains,
do [G]they [Am]make you behav[G]e
Keep you [Dm]over [Am]here,
[F]by your [Am]overseer[G]
[Dm]Fallen [Am]from grace down from heaven
[G]to memor[Em] ies[Dm] (?)[Am]
La [G]petite [Am]mort, [G]la petite mort

[Outro 1]
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