Hitchhike

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Am        C      F
Woah, oh, oh, oh-oh
Am               F
Woah, oh, oh, oh-oh
A             C  F
Woah, oh, oh, oh-oh, Woah, oh


[Verse 1]
           Am
They don't know me like they think they do, I ain't one for Hollywood
  F
A lot of shoulda-wouldas walkin' 'round you when the money's good
    Am                                              G
And to me I ain't famous, I just made it 'cause I'm from the woods
   F
If pop ain't used to my kind to me I think it's understood
  Am
I already made a mark for every girl barrel racin'
      F
Every boy slidin' across the hood, landin' on the pavement
    Am                                          G
Got nothin' to do with races unless it's racin' against myself
   F
To dedicate my life to feelin' good and not devoid of wealth
Am
Go ahead, chase the paper, I'll take a walk to see the source
F
Take a field of flowers over camera flashes on board
          Am                                             A
But these snapshots are timeless like an Iris that don't die
     F
So I smile and wave like flowers wavin' on edges of roadsides


[Chorus]
      Am
Don't worry 'bout me, I'll be alright
C     F
Still doin' my thing as the cars fly by
G   Am            C
All night, that's right
         F
I'll get where I'm goin' with no hitchhike
G         Am                      C
And don't worry 'bout me when the sun goes down
        F                      G
I'll be somewhere whistlin' to my own sound
      Am              C
In my hometown, by my own self
         F                     G
I'll get there, same shoes, no thumb out


[Verse 2]
            Am                                     Cm
It's not an everyday occurrence that I get to feel normal
       F
People treat me like I'm royal, talk my head off with the courage
          Am                               C
They done filled my tank so much that it's started overflowin'
            F
I'm good at rappin', good at singin', thank you, thank you, yeah I know it
       Am                                     A
And my ego's still the same but my anxiety is potent
      F
Cause I just wanna chill and be somebody nobody knows
           Am                                            G
And I'm so high I'm steady floatin', flickin' ashes down below me
          F
Thinkin' 'bout the road I'm on, the speed limit's still wide open
    Am
How long can I drive without plowin' in a tree
         F
Knockin' my face off like my friend Charlene?
        Am                                                    C
Tell me how I'm 'posed to be sane when the world is makin' me crazy?
    F
The cities are set ablaze and the hatred is on the pavement
          Am                                             C
And every time you make a statement, motherfuckers wanna take it
        F
There's another rapper like you bein' made at record labels


[Chorus]
      Am                        C
Don't worry 'bout me, I'll be alright
      F                     G
Still doin' my thing as the cars fly by
Am                C
All night, that's right
         F                       G
I'll get where I'm goin' with no hitchhike
          Am                      C
And don't worry 'bout me when the sun goes down
        F                      G
I'll be somewhere whistlin' to my own sound
      Am                  C
In my hometown, by my own self
         F                     G
I'll get there, same shoes, no thumb out


[Verse 3]
        Am
I'm the one they didn't get, I'm the one they couldn't catch
        F
I'm the one they couldn't bribe with cars, groupies, and stacks
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Yeah, I'm that motherfucker, ha, King Kong of my own castle
       F
With a army behind me ready to smack who's walkin' past me
       Am                                            C
I done been down in the dumps, now I'm restless on a mountain
        F
Got the youth that people die for, yeah, my face is everlastin'
    Am                            C
But my music will outlast me, the outcast that kept their traction
         F
When the tires went bald, I got out with my country ass
        Am                                      C
Leave a laugh for the past, narrow eyes for the rest
         F
Sleepin' good these days 'cause I made my bed
        Am                                   C
Where I lay my head there's plenty paper and lead
         F
And this story ain't over 'til I got no blank pages left


[Chorus]
      Am                   C
Don't worry 'bout me, I'll be alright
      F                     G
Still doin' my thing as the cars fly by
    Am            C
All night, that's right
         F                       G
I'll get where I'm goin' with no hitchhike
          Am
And don't worry 'bout me when the sun goes down
C       F                      G
I'll be somewhere whistlin' to my own sound
      Am
In my hometown, by my own self
C        F                     G
I'll get there, same shoes, no thumb out


[Outro]
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Woah, oh,
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Woah, oh,

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