Wp
MatisyahuVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Am
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Slap me Daft, we sat down in the back of the class
To seize knowledge we don't need, I forgot my late pass
But I'm early to a arrival beatbox, you got raps?
Meet me on the football field, don't sleep on field, the quarterback
No one clapped when we locked in, it was removal of our class
But my flag got captured and I fell between the cracks
My tool for inspiration turned into a handicap
No matter how I tried, I just couldn't fill the gaps
Those whipper snappers, they got trapped old chap
They lost the way, they never had the right map
Needed a sneak attack to slap the demons off my back
So I picked for the shtetl dreamed big I wouldn't settle
Put the pedal to the metal and returned to fundamentals
I'll never forget running through the hall with all y'all rebels
Roaming through the high land, young bucks invincible
Echoes in my brain, if kids report to the principle
Substance dulls the mind
Traife wine clouds the heart
You can't sew a stitch with one hand
While you're taking it apart
Bright lights might look nice
But they sure won't make you sharp
You can't sew a stitch with one hand
While you're taking it apart
Yeah, misty morning and my mom's a mess
To make matters worse dog my pops is stressed, life is a test
Make the grade or catch an F, now death is all that's left
To ponder I wander off hoping to catch my breath
And hold it, mold my memories from untold scripts
And roll up in a tornado twist, now I'm certain
There's a pertinent reason I'm on this earth
Seasons change in white plains, but we remain alert
When new school years appear fools fear for a failure and crawl away
In tears, I play Popeye the Sailor and stay with spinach
We walk the halls with a grimace
Yeah they gossip in groups, I try to mind my business and tell the truth
For instance
I listen, see it all with basketball court vision
Ignoring ignorance in fields of fiction
We lean back in the calmest position
And embrace the honesty found within our tension, What's good?
Trapped in the elevator of your mind
Is it real, what will you find behind the door
Your imaginations put you in a bind
Around you there's a cloud of gloom
Swallow the key, lock yourself in a room
Can't see outside of your universe
No more war, there won't be anymore hunger
No jealousy, not even competition
Let go, release, you hold the keys
Time we evaporate into the breeze
We are nothing, we are something
Let go, release, you hold the keys
It's time we evaporate into the breeze
We are nothing, we'll be something
Welcome to the desert of my soul
You can stay if you like, there's room for one more
There's room for one more
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Readable chord sheet for Wp by Matisyahu
[Am] e|--------------------------------------------| B|--------------------------------------------| G|--------------------------------------------| A|---0--0--0-------------0--0--0--------------| E|--------------0-3-0---------------0-3-------| Slap me [C]Daft, we sat down in the back of the class To seize [Em]knowledge we don't need, I forgot my late pass But I'm [Dm]early to a arrival beatbox, you got raps? Meet me [Em]on the football field, don't sleep on field, the quarterback No one [C]clapped when we locked in, it was removal of our class But my [Em]flag got captured and I fell between the cracks My [Dm]tool for inspiration turned into a handicap No [Em]matter how I tried, I just couldn't fill the gaps Those [C]whipper snappers, they got trapped old chap They [Em]lost the way, they never had the right map Nee[Dm]ded a sneak attack to slap the demons off my back So I [Em]picked for the shtetl dreamed big I wouldn't settle Put the [C]pedal to the metal and returned to fundamentals I'll [Em]never forget running through the hall with all y'all rebels Roaming [Dm]through the high land, young bucks invincible Echoes [Em]in my brain, if kids report to the principle [F]Substance dulls the mind Traife wi[Dm]ne clouds the heart You can't [Am]sew a stitch with one hand While you're [G]taking it apart [F]Bright lights might look nice But they [Dm]sure won't make you sharp You can't [Am]sew a stitch with one hand While you're [G]taking it apart Yeah, misty [C]morning and my mom's a mess To make matters [Em]worse dog my pops is stressed, life is a test Make the [Dm]grade or catch an F, now death is all that's left To p[Em]onder I wander off hoping to catch my breath And [C]hold it, mold my memories from untold scripts And roll [Em]up in a tornado twist, now I'm certain There's a [Dm]pertinent reason I'm on this earth Seasons change in white [Em]plains, but we remain alert When new school years ap[C]pear fools fear for a failure and crawl away In [Em]tears, I play Popeye the Sailor and stay with spinach [Dm] We walk the halls with a grimace Yeah they gossip in [Em]groups, I try to mind my business and tell the truth For [C]instance I listen, see it all with basketball court [Em]vision Ignoring ignorance in fields of fiction We lean [Dm]back in the calmest position And embrace the [Em]honesty found within our tension, What's good? [Am]Trapped in the elevator of your mind Is it real, what will you find behind the door Your imaginations put you in a bind Around you there's a cloud of gloom Swallow the key, lock yourself in a room Can't see outside of your universe [C] No more war, there won't be anymore hunger [Em] No jealousy, not even competition Let [Dm]go, release, you hold the keys [Em]Time we evaporate into the breeze [C]We are nothing, we are something Let [Em]go, release, you hold the keys It's [Dm]time we evaporate into the breeze We [Em]are nothing, we'll be something [C]Welcome to the desert of my soul You can [Em]stay if you like, there's room for one more [Dm] There's room for one more [Em]