IntroF#m......E....B.
F#m......E....B.Verse 1F#m01-21-E2020
BThe day the lord took my best friend from me
F#mI kind of find it funnyE but not really though
BI should’ve been 6 feet, 20 years ago
F#mI never forget all the laughsE we had in the hooBpty
Whipping through the country
He had a way of making clF#moudy days sunny
EBut what i miss most wBas when he would son me
“Like Travie do this if you love me”
ChorusI
F#m love you Bob 2
E 0 2 0
B So long to the bitterness
F#m Just a spoo
Enful of cinnamo
Bn
F#m You know,
E I know
B This knee on my neck is causing me to choke
F#m Like a spoo
Enful of cinnamo
Bn
Verse 2Last
F#myear i flew to Jessup, Georg
Eia
To meet my papa
B and my nana The family of my mama
F#m All of my life I was sc
Eared He never cared for me
B Because my father was black He couldn’t handle that
F#mI could see his shadow in the do
Eorway next to the windchime
BThat’s poetic justice cause it looked just the same as mine
He h
F#mugged me Then he ap
Eologized for lost time
A
Bnd then I lost them both And I damn near lost my mind
Chorus2-0-2-0...
So long to the bitterness...
Just a spoonful of cinnamon...
You know, I know...
This knee on my neck is causing me to choke...
Like a spoonful of cinnamon...
Post-ChorusFeel like
F#mI’m stuck in a hole
EIt’s kind of cynical
BDowning these bottles is getting old
It’s not the w
F#may
It’s not the w
Eay
It’s not the wa
By
Too many
F#mfunerals
Biting em
Edown to cuticles
B It’s not the way It’s not the way
It’s not the w
F#may....
EOver again and
Bover again
Over again, over agai
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Verse 3F#m2 0 2
EBYou probably think I had season tickets to funerals
F#m I’m so sick of seeing
ERest In Peace tee shirts
I s
Bwear I prayed so many prayers my f****** knees hurt
And
F#mCovid got us all stuck in the h
Eouse like Mouse Trap
B And ain’t no telling when the hell we going to bounce back
F#mPlus it’s open season on the
Emelanin inclined
We all had
Bs***ty years, thanks for hearing mine
ChorusF#m2 0 2
EB So long to the bitterness
F#m Just a spoo
Enful of cinnamo
Bn
F#m You know,
EI know
B This knee on my neck is causing me to choke
F#m Like a spoo
Enful of cinna
Bmon
Post-ChorusFeel like I’m
F#mstuck in a hole
EIt’s kind of cynical
Downing these
Bbottles is getting old
It’s not the w
F#may
It’s not the w
Eay
It’s not the way
BToo many
F#mfunerals
Biting em do
Ewn to cuticles
B It’s not the way It’s not the way
It’s not the w
F#may Ove
Er again and
Bover again