Chorus:
F 
From the unknown
  Am7                Gadd9                   F 
I ran away, I don't think I'm coming back home
                        Am7
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
                 Gadd9                  F 
Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam
                                        Am7
Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know
        Gadd9               F 
I problem solve with Styrofoam
                                Am7
My world revolves around a black hole
                Gadd9                        F 
The same black hole that's in place of my soul, uh
                  Am7         Gadd9
Empty, I feel so goddamn empty
             F 
I may go rogue
                           Am7
Don't tempt me, big bullet holes
       Gadd9
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Verse 1:
F 
Huh, yeah
I'm keepin' it real, real
Am7
I'm keepin' it real, uh, yeah
Gadd9                      F 
Life gets tough, xxxx is getting real -Yeah-
 
I don't know how to feel
           Am7
Swallowing all these pills
        Gadd9
Numb my real feels, uh
        F 
Devil standing here
 
Tryna' make a deal, uh
         Am7
It ain't no deals
                               Gadd9
Feel like I'm going crazy but still took a lot to get me here
 F 
Losing my sanity up in a house in the hills, hills, hills
 Am7                                       Gadd9                              F 
I ain't have anything then and I still don't have anything still, still, still, uh
 
Bein' me, I rock, PnB
Am7                      Gadd9
These hoes actin' like gossip, TMZ
 F 
These drugs acting like
 
Mosh pits squishing me
   Am7          Gadd9               F 
Oh my, oh me, how they kill me slowly
                         Am7
Lonely, I been gettin' no peace
       Gadd9            F 
OD, feel like overdosing
                                 Am7
Low key I been looking for the signs
                Gadd9                    F 
But all I can find is a sign of the times
 
Chorus:
F 
From the unknown
  Am7                Gadd9                   F 
I ran away, I don't think I'm coming back home
                        Am7
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
                 Gadd9                  F 
Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam
                                        Am7
Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know
        Gadd9               F 
I problem solve with Styrofoam
                                Am7
My world revolves around a black hole
                Gadd9                        F 
The same black hole that's in place of my soul, uh
                  Am7         Gadd9
Empty, I feel so goddamn empty
             F 
I may go rogue
                           Am7
Don't tempt me, big bullet holes
       Gadd9
Tote semi-autos

Verse 2:
F 
I ain't suicidal
            Am7             Gadd9   F 
Only thing suicide is suicide doors
                  Am7
Fight for survival
           Gadd9                        F 
Gotta keep hope up, rolling good dope up -Uh-
                              Am7
Hold my hand, through hell we go
            Gadd9                        F 
Don't look back, it ain't the past no more
                                               Am7
Gonna get to the racks, all them xxxxxs want war
                    Gadd9                  F 
Yeah, I was put here to lead the lost souls
                                   Am7
Exhale depression as the wind blows
                 Gadd9             F 
These are the laws of livin' in vogue
                                  Am7
We're perfectly imperfect children
                                Gadd9          F 
Rose from the dust, all of us are on a mission
                                                 Am7
Never gave a xxxx, really came from rags to riches
                    Gadd9                          F 
Now we live it up, driving with the rooftop missin'
                                                  Am7
I don't give a xxxx, really came from rags to riches
                    Gadd9                          F 
Now I live it up, driving with the rooftop missin'
 
Chorus:
F 
From the unknown
  Am7                Gadd9                   F 
I ran away, I don't think I'm coming back home
                        Am7
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
                 Gadd9                  F 
Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam
                                        Am7
Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know
        Gadd9               F 
I problem solve with Styrofoam
                                Am7
My world revolves around a black hole
                Gadd9                        F 
The same black hole that's in place of my soul, uh
                  Am7         Gadd9
Empty, I feel so goddamn empty
             F 
I may go rogue
                           Am7
Don't tempt me, big bullet holes
       Gadd9
Tote semi-autos