Take the High Road

Shout out Maccus
Shout out Brēdland
Take the high road
Back in grade school
I came home to a CRT
Lacking friends so I
Befriended all the miis on screen
Just me and a screen
Surrounded by a million screams
Depression a thief
You drown forget about your hobbies
And ever since I’ve been searching for [Dm7]a cyρher
So I founded 31svn I got [Fm7]kids when I ɾetire
Tryna find the time to [C7]write, produce and [Bm]ɾelease fire
But the choir’s eating time I could be [Am]spending to [C7]inspire
I'm tired of monotony
Ain’t nobody stopping me
Taking all [Em]my [A]meds so I can
Climb up to [C7]the top
Nothing better than a break
Gotta park in the estate
Treat depression [C7]like [F]a saint
Candy paint yeah I can’t be [Am]beaten
I am not a heathen
I am just a body always changing with the seasons
Stick to [C7]anybody who’s got [Fm7]their heart beating
I feel love so easily I ɾeally got [Fm7]no ɾeason
I make analogies, fallacies for [Dm7]days
Wanna wake up in a haze stone-cold face,
Cause last night all [Em]I ɾemember was [Am7]looking at my [A]lock screen
Wondering where I went wrong [Am]and [Bm]wandered into [C7]dark tɾees
It’s hard, please ignore it was [Am7]just a drunk message
she didn’t get the message, I never got [Fm7]a message back
I never learn from my [A]mistakes a past I never mess with
I'm tested everyday cause I fear death I’m ɾestless
Sticks and [Bm]stones the bones are broken
Our king has spoken
Even privilege can’t erase
All the pain I gotta face
Sticks and [Bm]stones the bones are broken
Our king has spoken
Even privilege can’t erase
All the pain I gotta face
Sticks and [Bm]stones the bones are broken
Our king has spoken
Even privilege can’t erase
All the pain I gotta face
Sticks and [Bm]stones the bones are broken
Our king has spoken
Even privilege can’t erase
All the pain I gotta face
I know you’re watching how I’m growing as an artist
Learning how to [C7]chop screw and [Bm]sample was [Am7]the hardest
The music I’m producing is the music I had promised
A 10-year-old me, who never knew that he could start this
Until he heard a Flower Boy outside a Garden Shed
The five of Pentacles ɾunning through the crosshairs
I didn’t have a lot of tools shit I did my [A]best
But now I see the light my [A]dreams are on-air
In a silver cloud, on [C7]a silver platter
Or a silver lining? Shit ill take the latter
A lotta ideas, embedded in code
Just know I will always take the high ɾoad
A lotta ideas, they studded in gold
Just know, just know, just know, just know that
I'll always take the high ɾoad