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Till I Get There

Lupe Fiasco
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
Bb
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B|-------------------------------------------------------------------------|
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D|---6-------6-------6-------6---------------------------------------------|
A|---4-------3-------------------------------------------------------------|
E|-------------------7-------6---------------------------------------------|
Album  on hold, whole world on hold
The  crowd is like, ho, operator's like "hold"
Man,  now ain't that cold
I'm  just trying to talk to my homie, that's up in the hole
Now  homegirl not trying to be a ho, even though she on a pole
Can  she get a second chance, no
Whoa,  like the opposite of go
That  ain't how it's supposed to be: a butterfly
For  the sake of rhyming let’s just say "butterflyee"
The  truth stings like Muhammad Ali
I  tell  'em tell 'em don't homocide me
I  just  a little old hope with his back against the ropes
Fighting  for his fans and, fighting for his folks
But  the boo's from the crowd can become so loud
If I  could block em out then, I could knock em out and
Dance  around the ring, but until then I'll sing
I'mma  keep it cool, and I'mma do me
It is  what it is and that's how it's gon' be
Until  I get there
Until  I get there
And  yeah I got flaws, I know I’m not perfect
But  all ups and downs, will soon be worth it
When  I get there
When  I get there
 All the other verses and choruses are the same pattern like that. Here are the rest of
 the lyrics.
 "Doctor doctor please! The fame ain't painless enough"
 That's cause you ain't famous enough
 You got a little game, but your name ain't ringing enough
 He said "take 2 of these and put change in my cup"
 I said I wasn't poor, he gave me some more
 Prescribed a publicist and pointed me to the door
 "Out!" Ouch.. I’m telling you this all from a therapist's couch
 Tell me about your mother, what she's all about
 Prescribed me an interview and then told me to bounce
 Damn..geez. The world is so cold, I'm glad I bought these skis
 Went right off of the bunny slope and right into the trees
 Rendered unconscious, they rushed me to a concert
 Instead of green jello and maybe chicken soup
 They fed me magazine covers and video shoots
 And when I finally make it, I'mma stunt so hard
 Evel as Knievel, I'mma jump so far
 Way up in the atmosphere, I ain't coming back
 Be a jerk to these jerks, yeah that'll make em hurt
 Huh? Said the young boy in the mirror
 A young version of me, so I started to tear up
 He said, you need to cheer up, your mind need to clear up
 You're already here, just be yourself from here up"
 Then he disappeared and I felt something familiar
 Something I was taught, something I had lost
 If you are afraid, the fear that you gon' change some
 All you gotta do is just remember where you came from.

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Readable chord sheet for Till I Get There by Lupe Fiasco

[C#]     [C#] [C]   [C#] [B]  [C#] [Bb]
e|-------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|-------------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|---6-------6-------6-------6---------------------------------------------|
D|---6-------6-------6-------6---------------------------------------------|
A|---4-------3-------------------------------------------------------------|
E|-------------------7-------6---------------------------------------------|

[C#]Album on hold, whole world on hold
[C#]The[C] crowd is like, ho, operator's like "hold"
[C#]Man[B], now ain't that cold
[C#]I'm[Bb] just trying to talk to my homie, that's up in the hole
[C#]Now homegirl not trying to be a ho, even though she on a pole
[C#]Can[C] she get a second chance, no
[C#]Who[B]a, like the opposite of go
[C#]Tha[Bb]t ain't how it's supposed to be: a butterfly
[C#]For the sake of rhyming let’s just say "butterflyee"
[C#]The[C] truth stings like Muhammad Ali
[C#]I t[B]ell 'em tell 'em don't homocide me
[C#]I j[Bb]ust a little old hope with his back against the ropes
[C#]Fighting for his fans and, fighting for his folks
[C#]But[C] the boo's from the crowd can become so loud
[C#]If [B]I could block em out then, I could knock em out and
[C#]Dan[Bb]ce around the ring, but until then I'll sing

[C#]I'mma keep it cool, and I'mma do me
[C#]It [C]is what it is and that's how it's gon' be
[C#]Unt[B]il I get there
[C#]Unt[Bb]il I get there
[C#]And yeah I got flaws, I know I’m not perfect
[C#]But[C] all ups and downs, will soon be worth it
[C#]Whe[B]n I get there
[C#]Whe[Bb]n I get there

All the other verses and choruses are the same pattern like that. Here are the rest of
the lyrics.

"Doctor doctor please! The fame ain't painless enough"
That's cause you ain't famous enough
You got a little game, but your name ain't ringing enough
He said "take 2 of these and put change in my cup"
I said I wasn't poor, he gave me some more
Prescribed a publicist and pointed me to the door
"Out!" Ouch.. I’m telling you this all from a therapist's couch
Tell me about your mother, what she's all about
Prescribed me an interview and then told me to bounce
Damn..geez. The world is so cold, I'm glad I bought these skis
Went right off of the bunny slope and right into the trees
Rendered unconscious, they rushed me to a concert
Instead of green jello and maybe chicken soup
They fed me magazine covers and video shoots

And when I finally make it, I'mma stunt so hard
Evel as Knievel, I'mma jump so far
Way up in the atmosphere, I ain't coming back
Be a jerk to these jerks, yeah that'll make em hurt
Huh? Said the young boy in the mirror
A young version of me, so I started to tear up
He said, you need to cheer up, your mind need to clear up
You're already here, just be yourself from here up"
Then he disappeared and I felt something familiar
Something I was taught, something I had lost
If you are afraid, the fear that you gon' change some
All you gotta do is just remember where you came from.

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