LungsCifra de Viola

Intro 

B Bm7 E7 Gmaj7 
Bm7 E7 Gmaj7 Bm7 



              A#7 
Another brick wall I can see right through 
A7 
I was coming up trying to be like you 
    Bm7          B7 
The brunt of the joke, with his lungs full of smoke 
     A                      A# 
Only need 3 lines, here's a Beal Haiku 
Bm7 B7               E7 
    Thought I had it all figured out 
A7 
  Should have had it all written down 
B7                A#7 
  Once I have the money in hand 
A7 
  I'm never coming back to this town 


Verso 1:

Em7 
Look what we did, homie 
Em7 
Look what we did 
F#7 
I've been getting ripped way before the Wii Fit 
Bm7 
She still playing games, we used to the Miniclip 
           E7 
Poured the juice in the flask, I'm stealing a little sip 
Em7 
  Little ghosts stay flying around my bedroom 
F#7 
Hoping th voices quit, I'm trying to go to bed soon 
Bm7 
 Kant shows us what the bgging will get you 
Em7 
I wanna see the world but I don't think I'll ever get to 
Em7 
Black and blue, let the bruise turn grey 
F#7 
   I was chosen you gonna rue this day 
  Bm7 
I used to have a dream but it's faded like the leaves now 
E7 
  There's nothing left to do or say 
      Em7 
All I got is this jazz and this knife in my back 
        F#7 
This is '97 now and my tank full of gas 
        Bm7                                    E7 
See the view from the dash, got my mood in the back 
E7 
Nothing new, gotta move when I'm losing my laugh 



B7                       A#7 
Another brick wall I can see right through 
A7 
I was coming up trying to be like you 
    B7 
The brunt of the joke, with his lungs full of smoke 
     A                      F#7 
Only need 3 lines, here's a Beal Haiku 
B7                E7 
 Thought I had it all figured out 
A7 
 Should have had it all written down 
B7               A#7      E7 
 Once I have the money in hand 
A7 
 I'm never coming back to this town 


Verso 2:

             E7 
Waking up 12:30, my alarm still ringing 
          F#7 
Went cold turkey now I'm always overthinking 
                B7 
Shit was always better when I had no pot to piss in 
                  E7 
Searching for the moment and I know there's something missing 
E7 
Doing nothing, record episode of dreamcore 
           F#7 
Weed in my lungs, mama told me I should breathe more 
               B7 
Little shop of horrors suddenly to kick and see more 
E7 
Coming to you live from the bottom of the seafloor 
E7 
If I wake up and nobody else here 
                F#7 
Nothing changes, I've been all alone since my SoundCloud playlist 
B7 
I've been missing home since the rich Nick Cage 
      E7 
See myself getting older now I miss those days 
E7 
Used to walk home and just float with the silence 
F#7 
Now it's just coke getting smoke in my eyelids 
B7                                     E7 
We could turn ghost who breaks from my iris 
E7 
Nothing in my chest as we fade to the violet 



E7 
Another brick wall I can see right through 
F#7 
I was coming up trying to be like you 
    B7 
The brunt of the joke, with his lungs full of smoke 
     E7 
Only need 3 lies, here's a Beal Haiku 
E7 
Thought I had it all figured out 
F#7 
 Should have had it all written down 
B7                        E7 
 Once I have the money in hand 
N.C 
I'm never coming back to this town