You Don't Miss Your Water ('Till the Well Runs Dry) chords and lyrics - CRAIG DAVID

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[Verse 1]
[Dm]Eh yo, god bless the dead,
[D]ya know?
And all my cats I know with the foot[Dm]ball
jerseys on: dont have no regrets
[Ebm]Hold them numbers
[D]Big up to the feds who tried to
catch [Dm]me in 88, nigga
[D]Ha!

[Verse 2]
Funk Flav, Mr. [Dm]Mack[D]

[Verse 3]
Eh yo, I cant face going to [D]jail
Cuz my life is bullshit, man,
nigga fuck paying bail
Shit is on the third rail
On [Dm]my tail is [D]the feds, baby,
Frank? for club med
Niggaz wanna kill me, god
Scared I might wrap these [Dm]niggaz
Entrap these niggaz
If the feds was[D]nt watching I
would clap these niggaz
I mean put a bullet through the fuckin
back of these niggaz
Phone ringing off the hook,
probably tapped [Ebm]my niggaz
See [D]the headlines now: "Mack
found in 5 rivers"
FDR, thinkin was it better
when I didnt buy the car
Didnt cop the bar,
didnt buy my girl mother a [Ebm]new jaguar
Shit, [D]my moms got the Continental
R with the backseat [Dm]bar
Talk[D]in about "my sons a star"
Little do she know I'm Caesar
and world?
Crack is dead, I'm sellin [Ebm]X instea[D]d
Bitches in my bed will fill
your ass with lead
Keep givin me head 'til the tip turns red

[Verse 4]
Sit back and watch me butter this bread
[D]
[Dm]On the r[D]un
Best three words to describe my life,
make the game my wife
On the run
Hustler, born and raised,
in the streets where I spent my days

[Verse 5]
I told my main chick, pack your [D]bags,
She ain't listen
Chrome started whistling
and turned her Christian
[Dm]Blew up the whole [D]house
using nitro- glycerin
But [Dm]the Expedi[D]tion in the
garage was missing
Moved the nannies and
the kids to a new position
Intu[Dm]ition gave me suspicion
Shit [D]is murder,
do I kill myself and fuck them niggaz' satisfaction
Or demand action,
pull out toast and start blasting
Young niggaz asking,
[Ebm]wise cats[D] only give a fraction
Streets is the young man's attraction
I dug myself into [Ebm]a hole
Into a [Dm]world thats [D]cold
Pimps, players, [Dm]bitches, ballers, hustlers,
drug[Ebm]s, guns and [D]thugs
Million dollar homes,
like Capone's, persian rugs
Gentlemen with fake hugs, turn to slugs
I'm a made man, paid man,
show no love
Clock's ticking, plot thicken,
probably written in a book somewhere
My fuckin life ain't fair
See either way,
i'ma make it off this earth without a trace
So if I ever see the judge,

[Interlude 1]
i'ma spit in the bitch face
[Ebm][D][Ebm][D]

[Verse 6]
Eh yo, [Dm]faggots
Nah i'm [D]sayin, all you sweet cats,
nahmean?
Real gentleman dont need [Ebm]it[D]

[Verse 7]
Its strictly drive- thru window [D]meals
Enemies lurking every crack and crevice,
eating rocks [Dm]for bre[D]

[Outro 1]
[Ebm][D]
[Dm][D]
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