Stop Trying To Be God

[Pre-Chorus]
C Bm                     Em
    Just know what this about
C Bm            Em
    Palm trees, oceans,
fresh air that can break your heart

[Chorus]
C Bm
  Stop tryna be God
Em C Bm
     Stop tryna be God
Em
  That's not who you are
C Bm
  Stop tryna be God
Em
  That's just not your job
C Bm                Em
  Stop tryna be God,  God

[Verse 1]
            C          Bm
Ride for it every night
                  Em
Visions and these ankles tight
                 C        Bm
Truth be told, I never try
                 Em
Diamonds are the wife of life
                  C         Bm
All three Rollies look alike
                    Em
After two you get a hookup price
                        C         Bm
Stripper never worked a ninetofive
                    Em
Delta and I ship it overnight
              C           Bm
Stop tryna be God Almighty
                      Em
Fuck the money, never leave your people behind,
yeah
                           C           Bm
It's never love, no matter what you try
                        Em
Still can see it comin' down your eyes
                       C               Bm
'Cause they did not create commandments
                        Em
When you hustle, always make it fancy
                      C              Bm
The signal's far from what you can be
                       Em
'Cause air traffic controls the landing, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah

[Chorus]
C Bm
  Stop tryna be God
Em C Bm
     Stop tryna be God
Em
  That's not who you are
C Bm
  Stop tryna be God
Em
  That's just not your job
C Bm                Em
  Stop tryna be God,  God

[Verse 2]
                C           Bm
Stop tryna play God Almighty
                 Em
Always keep your circle tight
                       C
I been wantin' shit my whole life
    Bm
I'm warning you,
                     Em
best not try to play God tonight
                    C           Bm
If I love her, I'ma pass her one
First rule of war,
            Em
you find an act of one
                            C             Bm
You can't win a trophy or a plaque off her
                    Em
But never turn your back on her
                       C               Bm
'Cause they did not create commandments
                        Em
When you hustle, always make it fancy
                      C              Bm
The signal's far from what you can be
                       Em
'Cause air traffic controls the landing, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah
C                       Bm
You won't succeed tryna learn me
Em
Stick to the roads in my journey
C                          Bm
Stay out of court when you got the attorney
Em
She say she love me but want to really burn me

[Chorus]
C Bm
  Stop tryna be God
Em C Bm
     Stop tryna be God
Em
  That's not who you are
C Bm
  Stop tryna be God
Em
  That's just not your job
C Bm                Em
  Stop tryna be God,  God

[Interlude]
          C              Am              D
Is it the complex of the saint That's kee
     Em            D G
pin' you so, so, so  still?
                C
Is it a coat of old paint
G       C             Em                   D
 That's peelin' every day against our will?
G          C
 Is it too long since the last
        Am                    D  Em D
Open conversation you had? Oh, no
G            C                   Am
 And did you see the void in the past?
                 D      Em          D
And can you ever see it comin' back?
G
 Well,
               C    G     C       Em        D
can you always be a step ahead of it for me?
G
 Well,
               C    G     C       Em        D G
can you always be a step ahead of it for me?

[Outro]
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