Shards Of Glass chords and lyrics - BEANS

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[Verse 1]
[Am]MC's don't like my styling,
cause they can't do no better.
I said
MC's don't like my styling,
cause they can't do no better.
Ooh, shots of [D]glass.[Am][D]
[Am][D][Am]
[D][Am]
Farty [D]people move your [Am]body,
everybody embrace
Sound so [D]beautiful,
don't you agree with the [Am]pre cision of a punch landing?
Him [D]slap you heavy -handed,
my [Am]hip -hop is top -stock
Play with a [D]peg -leg, arm -furl,
mandible [Am]rifle
Razzlin' tongue and leash out their [D]bay only
by the gates [Am]of teeth
Regarded with rev[D]erence,
defying defini[Am]tion
My engine never ran,
[D]and we're first riveting
With vari[Am]ety, a riot of [D]colors
My world and my word[Am]s, no hype, man
Just [D]me on the mic stand
when I'm en[Am]ticing the mic
You never for[D]get, like riding a bike route
Is [Am]the agony of an instinct
[D]when dimples with a gimmick
Set morals [Am]cold,
SOS distress
[D]Cause short -lived derivat[Am]ives digress,
I'm just de[D]pressed
Stretch of endurance,
[Am]the syntax is tense
[D]But while threatened minds
of [Am]non -believers say
He [D]ain't ill, he's incoherent
He's [Am]only new in the stylish ap
[D]proach of his appearance
Your [Am]faith is intangible,
[A]we can't cause
[D]Aaron's still breathing
Only [Am]religion,
the [A]fate of my own [D]design
I make my living from a [Am]pen
Cause [A]I threw all my eggs [D]in one basket
Now I'm [Am]fucking their [A]hands,
[D]and you can
Get up, get up, I zip the [Am]letter, I ski
I'm [D]too quiet, can't hear a pinch,
I turn the [Am]volume on my [A]shit, I'm shit up
[D]Get up, get up, unzip the [Am]lip, I see we're up, I'm too quiet,
can't hear a pinch, I turn the volume on my shit, I'm shit [D]up
[F#]Out [D]my[E][F#][D]
face with no permission,
thoughts [Am]fly without feathers
Pocket[D]s, gettin' their weight up, tearin' [Am]trails like paper,
not so easily [D]shred
So strut the dress [Am]code
or claw your eyes out
[D]Not out [Am]of vanity, but for humanity
[D]Made to create, I'm duty [Am]bound by fate
You look [D]the part but not built for
this ped[Am]al to the floor
[A]Straight past you, [D]blurs in my windshield,
evapor[Am]ate in my rearview
Con[D]straint your calligraphy as
[Am]if I clean your ring with a bullet
[D]But ain't for your heart,
a small [Am]target
Lavender[D], lip -wristed,
[Am]your lyrics are frail
[A]You're not [D]holdin' the mic
right but read your [Am]mic
Freakin' out on [D]tour, I'm far from home
Too [Am]grown to sleep alone for
[D]being super -superb -supreme
[Am]It's obvious, like [D]a cold sore,
who they applaudin' [Am]for
They want more of the [D]diamond jaw consistently,
I [Am]shock and awe
So fuck [D]friends, I need ends,
my only de[Am]votion's to a band
I threw all [D]my eggs in one basket,
now I'm [Am]fuckin' their [A]hands so [D]you can
Get up, get up, unzip the [Am]letter,
I skewer it, but I'm too quiet
[D]Can't hear a pinge, I turn the [Am]volume up,
my shit up, shit up
[D]Get up, get up, unzip the [Am]letter,
I skewer it, but I'm too quiet
Can't hear a pinge, I turn the volume up,
my shit up, shit [D]up
Shards [Am]shards of [D]glass, [Am]shar[D]d s of[Am] glass,[D]
[Am]shards of glas[D]s[Am][D][Am]
[D][Am][D][Am]
[D][Am][D][Am]
[D][Am][D][Am]
[D][Am][D][Am]
[D]tomorrow's [Am]out.
[D]Bye.