None of them
Intro
Ebmaj9 Abmaj9
Db9 Ebmaj9
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Verse 1
Ebmaj9
Big guns, big guns, what you got, huh?
Abmaj9
Slatt, slatt and pop back at the opps, huh?
Db9
Gang this, oh, you gang that?
Ebmaj9
Don't let 'em know that you regret how you became that
Ebmaj9
A good kid, fine home, mom and dad in the pic'
Abmaj9
A little middle-class money, every Christmas legit
Db9
Family trips, Ivy-bound, and one day, hit the switch
Ebmaj9
You ain't wanna be seen as a bitch, cuz
Ebmaj9
And none them face tats gon' hide the fact that you sad, bruh
Abmaj9
You ain't a thug, you was in drama club, you's a actor
Db9
But now cuz gettin' validation from the dumb and confused
Ebmaj9
Now you facin' five to ten 'cause you had somethin' to prove, let's talk about it
Chorus
Ebmaj9
And I hope you find yourself
Abmaj9
And I hope you find yourself
Db9 Ebmaj9
And I hope you take your mask off
Verse 2
Ebmaj7
Preacher man, preacher man, preach
Abmaj9
You make these folks think you got somethin' to teach, like you ain't lyin'
Db9
Big bank from them collections, well, what you buyin'?
Ebmaj9
Ain't too fond of them gays, you don't deny it, wait
Ebmaj9
Since a kid, you knew somethin' was up
Abmaj9
Had you thinkin' God would hate you so you covered it up
Db9
Gotta hide how you live, what you really enjoy
Ebmaj9
So got a wife, got a kid, but you be fuckin' them boys
Ebmaj9
Sick of all the shame, sick of all the pain that's within
Abmaj9
Scared of bein' seen, tired of rebukin' the sin
Db9
Trade it all to be free and shine bright like the sun
Ebmaj9
But you back on that religious shit as soon as you cum, let's talk about it
Chorus
Ebmaj9
And I hope you find yourself (Hope you find yourself)
Abmaj9
And I hope you find yourself
Db9 Ebmaj9
And I hope you take your mask off
Verse 3
Ebmaj9
Big-ass house that's on the hill, big-ass wheels in the garage
Abmaj9
Three cute kids that's in your arms
Db9
Your husband just made another mil'
Ebmaj9
You want your life back and a massage
Ebmaj9
Tired of bein' at home, personality gone
Abmaj9
Body ain't been the same, postpartum is long, your identity gone
Db9
Mama your first name, your last one got changed
Ebmaj9
They dream about your nest but you crave flyin' alone, mane
Ebmaj9
You would start all over if we keepin' it real
Abmaj9
Current life is full but you ain't feelin' fulfilled
Db9
Fantasize about the dreams you left on the shelf
Ebmaj9
Can't even get alone time to think of killin' yourself, let's talk about it
Chorus
Ebmaj9
And I hope you find yourself (Ah, it's feelin' narrow)
Abmaj9
And I hope you find yourself
Db9 Ebmaj9
And I hope you take your mask off (Oh, oh)
Interlude
Abm7 G7(b5) Gbmaj7
F7(#5) Abm7 G7(b5)
Keep that shit one hundred with you, with yourself
Gbmaj7
You don't have to put on no costume
F7(#5)
You don't ever have to lie to kick it
Verse 4
Abm7
Yeah, tool won't stay hard, pain in your chest
G7(b5)
Hair fallin' out, won't blame it on the stress
Gbmaj7
Claim it's new partners, blame it on your ex
F7(#5)
Chest claim it's reflex, try to blame it on the cook
Abm7
Look, boy, keep runnin', you'll be crampin' in your foot
G7(b5)
Nervous, then you notice ain't no service on the hook
Gbmaj7
Paranoid since nineteen, nervous system shook
F7(#5)
Better sit the fuck down or that skull gettin' took
Abm7
That's ten million dollars invested, no justifyin' that
G7(b5)
Tryna sell them weird-ass clothes, nobody buyin' that
Gbmaj7
Sentiment is right, but your audience isn't racked enough
F7(#5)
That shit is a failure, my nigga, go 'head and pack it up
Abm7 G7(b5)
And put it in the trunk, you talk a lot of shit to not even be number one
Gbmaj7
Your beats ain't placin', them songs ain't slappin', your raps ain't rankin'
F7(#5) N.C.
Your stage presence don't even be in they conversation, go home
Abm7 G7(b5)
You ain't gotta hide from the truth, tell your family why you such a recluse
Gbmaj7
Tell your spirit why you feelin' it's a wrap in the booth
F7(#5)
Dog, how dare you try to ruin her marriage?
Abm7
Claim you never wore a mask and how you don't get embarrassed
G7(b5)
Boy, you selfish as fuck, that's really why you scared of bein' a parent
Gbmaj7
Boy, that therapy needed, I'd dare you to seek it, but I'd lose a bet
F7(#5)
Your respect won't get given 'til we postin' your death
Abm7
It's clear you wish you got your flowers sent
G7(b5)
You eatin' fertilizer to balance shit
N.C
Now go and stand in the sun, and use some fake tears to water your roots
Take that mask off and tell 'em the truth, let's talk about it, nigga
Chorus
Ebmaj9
And I hope you find yourself
Abmaj9
And I hope you find yourself
Db9 Ebmaj9
And I hope you take your mask off
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