Processed Beats

F#m F#m I drop beats from this processed meat F#m F#m For a conversation, a meditation, and F#m F#m I cut waves like some unborn sage F#m Just like terrorists on a day of rest singing F#m I ran from the tide, won't let you hide, won't let you hide F#m I break bones, stealing mobile phones F#m And I'm cutting deals for these homeless meals F#m Making idle threats using Chinese burns F#m As you load my head with the grateful dead, singing F#m (I ran from the tide, won't let you hide, won't let you hide) F#m (I ran from the tide, won't let you hide, won't let you hide) F#m (I ran from the tide, won't let you hide, won't let you hide) F#m (I ran from the tide, won't let you hide, won't let you hide)