Black Sheep

Upchurch

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Tom:
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B B [Verse]
E E A A You don't wanna come ride with me
F# F# B B There's a loaded pistol in the floorboard and a bag of weed under the seat
E E A A My tags have been expired since two thousand seventeen
F#7 F#7 B B But I don't care if I get arrested, watch it sell all my show seats [Chorus]
E E A A Black sheep, why don't you ever sleep
F# C#m F#7 B B By the buzz you have and who you are, you're gettin' in way too deep
E E A A And one of these millionaires might try to have you killed
F# F# For bein' somethin' that ain't been seen in a while
B B B E and that's what record labels fear (Yeah, they do) [Verse 2]
E E A A You don't wanna talk sideways out the side your neck
F# F#m B B I'll pull up at your gig on Broadway and punch you in your shit
E E A A And as far as the millionaires go, they know I can't be handled
F# F# B B I'm too outlaw for this new-age, tell 'em good luck gettin' me canceled [Chorus]
E E A A Black sheep, why don't you ever sleep
F#7 F#7 B B By the buzz you have and who you are, you're gettin' in way too deep
E E A E A And one of these millionaires might try to have you killed
F# F# F#7 B B For bein' somethin' that ain't been seen in a while, and that's what record labels fear [Interlude]
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F#7 F#7 B B
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F#7 B B E [Chorus]
E E A A Black sheep, why don't you ever sleep
F#7 F#7 B B By the buzz you have and who you are, you're gettin' in way too deep
E E A A And one of these millionaires might try to have you killed
F# F#7 B For bein' somethin' that ain't been seen in a while, and that's what record labels fear
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