Coffee Break by Sylvan LaCue Guitar Chords

[Intro] x2
Bm Em

[Verse]
                  Bm
I been thinking centuries
            Em
In twenty years will these niggas mention me?
I'm all in your odds
                 Bm
Don't know many times I've played these cards
                 Em
Just keep your guard and disregard facades
Tunnel vision has brought me this far
Bm
Hennessy guzzling, lies have been muzzling
Fuck was I, yo
Em
Holding grudges, I should let these bygones be bygones
Bm
If I'm on then I'm gone, and my dawns can flourish in peace
Em
Snakes will never be stand up
                                     Bm
I had to switch up my stanzas, was money motivated
                 Em
Ironically, no apologies
I thought it would be wiser to speak the truth
    Bm
I'm tired of struggling, I'm tired of making excuses
              Em
If you want change then make a change, don't get lost in the 'clusive
                 Bm
That shit ain't conducive of forward thinking
                    Em
Too many blacks is dying
Too many cops acquitted
                        Bm
My skin is a splitting image of fear and misunderstanding
                             Em
I feel like my mistakes done cost some chances
But fuck that shit, at least I caught some glances
Bm
I can smell it, stronger than fakeness around the corner
Em
Gotta be bigger than self, don't ask [me out if] you want ta
Bm
Don't say I never warned ya
                              Em
Music was all I had, I turned away the world to find myself
                                          Bm
You know I hate to brag, but fuck your legacy
I followed no recipe, this is my shit
Em
Rather build from the bottom then stand behind of your cockpit
Bm
Use my talents to better humanity
                Em
How long will I be a slave to desires and vanity
                  Bm
I search for the man in me
Responsibility for my passion
           Em
I pray that my talents be used by the law for more action
                    Bm
Can't leave this world with nothing but judgment of acts reenacted and form emotion
Em
What have you done to make my land a better place though?
       Bm
Nigga case closed, since my father I don't carry on with
Em
Refusing offers from seat and sponsors
                       Bm
You so accomplished, you so above
All this nonsense, self-righteous
                     Em
Come and write this sense of, higher purpose to ruin past creative felt like this, mmm
Bm                                                   Em
Amazing grace, you face mistakes, my pen escape, then wake your soul
and witness how long it actually tends to take
     Bm
I pressed the breaks so many times, I might as well be a mom
Em
I move in silence but nothing actually climbs
                 Bm
Don't lose your soul, nigga
                                        Em
Don't ever lose your purpose when it's told, nigga
                                  Bm                                                   Em
Be aware of those who never wanna fold with you but go with you, when more figures, go swole picture
These cold niggas invest in my whole liver
Bm
Fuck them toxins, My brother surrounded by oxytocins
Em
Told him I'd whip his ass if I found him around them problems
Bm
Drug culture, used to glorify the sellers
            Em
But now we users, open abusers, destroying ourselves
Bm
Avoiding thy hell, or preach your head off
                                Em
I'm feeling best off when I'm open and private
                               Bm
Fuck all that silence, what constitutes the root of suicide?
I know some niggas who cried
Em
Came to my side, nothing but tears in their eyes
         Bm
Like "I wish my homie heard your music", he'd probably survive
Em
Chills down my spine and what I'm concerned with
                  Bm                                                      Em
Spotify plays and how to make amends with niggas I give two fucks about so I can route
how to maximize this clout
              Bm
I owe y'all apologies
See, I been making music for the wrong reasons
Em
I think my vanity's catching up with my sense of being
Bm
I think my lust for status is tragic, imagine
Em
Ain't spoke to friends in like seven months for this passion
Bm
Fuck all that reenacting, I'm more concerned with memes than taking action
Em                                                  Bm
Then getting public with strangers, and hating or acting
                                Em
A slave to these boxes while suffocating through all this madness
                                            Bm
I cannot suffer, I have a voice that needs more extracting
             Em
I'ma do everything in my power to watch the masses
I'ma get...