Going No Place

F# D#m C#


[Verse 1]
      F#
They filthy fucks (what else?)
D#m         C#
Mad clumsy, saw them muttering in the corner about something
 F#               D#m
Yes, capital-S blessed, then grapple with stress
 C#
The vest was chartreuse, bet he's part sleuth
  F#                      D#m
A dark art artist in the booth, partition the loop
C#                                                F#
Disperse to veteran crews then reinstate the old rules
          D#m
Warn the cynical sky-scanner
    C#
The black man's Bruce Banner is an iCamera


[Interlude]
F# D#m C#
F# D#m C#
F# D#m               C#               F#               D#m     C#
  This is the way it was while I was waiting for your eyes to find me
F#      D#m     C#            F#       D#m      C#
I was drifting, going no place. Hypnotized by sunshine maybe


[Verse 2]
F#                     D#m
Going no place because I remember yesterday
C#
Once wore his hair with a part like the renegade
F#                         D#m
A little darker, but less handsome than Bobby Sixkiller
C#
Came with two hands and smacks for Mac Millers
   F#                    D#m
I shot John Wayne like Praswell
        C#
Scared straight, bet them shit stains in your Carhartts was heart-felt
F#                           D#m
On the perfect day I tap my crew before seppuku
    C#
On any kind of list my name is nowhere next to you
F#              D#m
Bet in group photos I wear the turtleneck
C#
Coyly smile with two lung fulls of purple cess
F#                        D#m
We could hit a joog or a lick
                    C#
Turn your man into food with my fists
                                F#
If a MAWG fuck with me he's in a dune or a ditch
       D#m
Best believe


[Interlude]
              C#
I'm much too wise for sandcastles


[Verse 3]
            F#
That's not boasting
                      D#m
You were used to me rapping my book list
 C#
Indeed a nigga might look bookish
                     F#
You can be next in line to catch a hooked fist
D#m        C#
But nah, right?
F#                      D#m
And my little sister's out front playing hopscotch
C#
She's like, she's like


[Hook]
F#
Dap Dunlap don't
D#m
Why I oughtta
         C#
I'm the fly Don Dada

I'm the fly Don Dada [x4]


[Verse 4]
           F#                  D#m
I wear my pants how I wear my pants
             C#
Throw up my hands, but I might not dance
                         F#                    D#m
I don't really have a problem, that's just my face
              C#
You're in my way
                                        F#
When the roof ran dry had to float on faith
                D#m                  C#
Fathers in the hood never got much praise
                                    F#
Baby blue for lawsuits in a dark arcade
                  D#m
Half moon fade, unlaced kicks
                    C#
Fuck running from 'ops
                                F#
One way out please don't make haste
                        D#m
In the pocket bringing foil to the tapas spot
C#
My name clears when the docket drops
         F#                      D#m
Hoppin' John on the first of the year
                   C#
Accomplishing the trip that was me switching gears
               F#               D#m
Non-linear delirium, niggardly idioms
            C#
Dreadlocked Jesus take the wheel before I plow civilians
   F#                          D#m
I want you to feel, tap into brilliance
C#
Hudson River the city I'm in
                                  F#
I'm chilly chill, what's really real?
                     D#m
Blood spray on the glass ceiling
      C#
All my niggas need hugs for daily trauma dealings
    F#                      D#m
Highways kinda bub can't explain it away
   C#
Day-to-day came in waves
            F#                    D#m
Wash over second nature, all grown up
               C#
Get right 'fore I'm older, stuck
                                       F#
Newport shorts and two bucks worth of cold cuts
       D#m
That's low, cus
   C#
No love, no love