Parachute

1. Fallen (Ft. Mama Church) 2. Parachute 3. One Of Them Buddies 4. West Side (Ft. Struggle Jennings) 5. Holler Boys 6. No One Told Us 7. Dance With The Devil (Ft. Chucky V & Katie Noel) 8. Some Days 9. Huckleberry 10. Wake Me Up 1. Fallen (Ft. Patty Lynn) C#m B E C#m E C#m B E A B E C#m B E If you feel like you're fallen C#m E Tell me and I'll also make the leap C#m B E And if you feel like you're empty A B E Let me in your soul I'll fix the leak C#m B E Oh-woah, woah,Oh-woah, woah, woah, woah C#m E Oh-woah, woah Oh-woah, woah, Uh C#m I've been down and I didn't want to get up C#m E E Starin' at the sun, not carin' if I dried up A The whole world around me steady lookin' at a screen E E People be like "Quit bitchin'" 'cause that's how they found me C#m B But my numbers climbin', still don't forget to call my mama E E And tell her that I love her, not bother her with the drama A Cause tomorrow's not a promise it's a blessin' and that's honest E G# And that's comin' from a sinner so when I sleep inside my coffin C#m F#m I hope you hear me in your dreams, hope you learn from my mistakes E E Hope you open up your mind to the power nature let's us take A E And embrace the vibrations of the freedom in the wind E Born to be great, make a change, and live it all again, uh C#m B E E If you feel like you're fallen A G#m E Tell me and I'll also make the leap E C#m B E E And if you feel like you're empty A E Let me in your soul I'll fix the leak C#m C#m E A Oh-woah, woah, Oh-woah, woah, woah, woah G#m E Oh-woah, woah E A Rock bottom ain't bad if you need a rock in your life B E E Every great mind busted a block at the bottom, am I right? A Don't reply 'cause I already know the answer E I've lived so many lives some of the old ones I can't even remember E C#m B My eyes seen a thousand years, my body's seen 27 E This is my year of fightin' the music industry devil E A E So when I turn 28 I'll take a shot of Holy Water E 100 proof that you ain't got to fall inside the pit of darkness C#m F#m You ain't gotta listen to me, I'm a speck inside the ocean E But I'm swimmin' in the water where you ponder up a purpose A Take my insight 'cause I'm carin' as a individual E This life is complex, gettin' hard to keep it simple too C#m So on B E Your way down C#m E Don't worry about the ground C#m B E This dimension will give out A E E And will be light and sound C#m If you B E Feel like you're fallen A G#m E Tell me and I'll also make the leap C#m B E E And if you feel like you're empty C#m A E Let me in your soul I'll fix the leak E A Oh-woah, woah C#m E A G#m E G# C#m Woah, woah Oh-woah,ohhhhhhhhhh woah, woah, woah C#m C# E Oh-woah, woah, Oh-woah, woah, 2. Parachute C#m E Whoa, ohhhh A A B Whoa, ohhhh C#m E Whoa, ohhhh A Lonely is the only top A B C#m Parachute me, I'm comin' back down E God dang, everybody comin' at  my throat now A C#m E I'm 'bout to sell all my real estate, who need a three million dollar house? C#m E Who need a whole damn car collection that goes back to 1948 A E I'ma buy a trailer park and put Earnhardt flags in every single window pane C#m E Like ayy-ayy-ayy my life is like a zombie land would be C# E Strapped up like Call of Duty in the future, blastin' plasma beams Dm C#m E My Chevy from a galaxy, nobody's human I can see A And I get pulled over by N.C. UFO's, moon rocks in the seat C#m E A hundred years from now I'll be cruisin' in the clouds A C#m E B A thousand angels in the crowd, but for right now C#m E I'm on a lonely rock, hidin' in a lonely spot A E Lonely is the only top, parachute me, B C#m I'm comin' back down, E A E Whoa, ohhhhh, Comin' back down, whoa, ohhhh C#m E Comin' back down, whoa, ohhhh A A B C#m Lonely is the only top, parachute me, I'm comin' back down E The past three years I've been climbin', still not tired, I can see the top D C#m E Ain't walked into their party yet 'cause I'm from a distance only here to watch C#m E I'm a dark magician to the mental blocks, everywhere is my mental spot A C#m Am E Xfinity with it, my thought process got it's own motherfuckin' routin' box C#m I'm bulletproof to y'all cyberspace, E Not co-dependent on a record label A C#m I beat the game, they know I did, E Check these missed calls from these millionaires C#m Atlantic probably lookin' like they found Atlantis, E Hand steady like a human prayin' mantis D C#m Fortnite your whole hilltop, take the N.C. Fuckin' glider back to my golden palace C#m E A hundred years from now I'll be cruisin' in the clouds A E A thousand angels in the crowd but for right now B C#m E I'm on a lonely rock, hidin' in a lonely spot A E Lonely is the only top, parachute me, B C#m E I'm comin' back down, whoa, ohhh (Parachute me, parachute me) A E Comin' back down, whoa, ohhhh (Parachute me, parachute me) B C#m E Comin' back down, whoa, ohhhhh (Parachute me, parachute me) A A B Bm Lonely is the only top, parachute me, I'm comin' back down C#m E A The top is no place for me, oh A C#m I've seen it through a scope when they don't know C#m Yeah, the bottom's where the party's at A A Where I can roll up super fat, get baked in random parkin' lots Am C#m E Like yeah, yeah, yeah, mainstream can't even handle this A E I'm good cannabis when you ain't smoked no good since '96 C#m E And I stay rollin' up like I'm 2Pac Shakur A Lightin' up the Biggie Smalls, N.C. Conspiracy theories in the blunt C#m E A hundred years from now I'll be cruisin' in the clouds A A E B A thousand angels in the crowd, but for right now C#m E I'm on a lonely rock, hidin' in a lonely spot A A Lonely is the only top, parachute me, E B C#m C#m E I'm comin' back down, whoa (Parachute me, parachute me) A I'm comin' back down, whoa A E Parachute me, parachute me C#m Comin' back down, whoa C#m E Parachute me, parachute me A A B B Lonely is the only top, parachute me, I'm comin' back down 3. One Of Them Buddies D Bm G D D D D G D A A Bm G That old water tower D A A Smack dab in the middle of town Bm G One time I was gonna spray  paint D A A Big green  pot plant on that Bm G Then I sobered up and I looked around D A And I couldn't believe what I seen Bm G All my buddies grew up, had babies and a wife D A But one of them buddies ain't me A Bm G Cause I'm still ridin' around this town D A Still blarin' the same old songs Bm G Still try to find a spot where the cops don't park D A So I can get my Willie Nelson on Bm G I still stay lit like a county fair D A Sweeter than a jug of Milo's tea Bm G Yeah, your buddies might have moved out their own hometown D A But one of them buddies ain't me Bm Nah, it ain't me G D A Nah, it ain't me G D Bm Nah, it ain't me D D D Nah, it ain't me D D Bm D D D A They say buy a lift kit 'cause now you're rich but that's not my frame of mind D Bm D D I still trim the bumper off in the front just to fit my 35's D D Bm D I got the tread still hummin' down cracked asphalt D A Singin' Billy Bob loves Charlene Bm D And I still love seein' that hometown life D Says welcome to Tennessee Bm G And I'll be ridin' around this town D A Still blarin' your favorite songs Bm G I'll be sittin' in a spot where the cops ain't parked D A Gettin' my Ryan Upchurch on Bm G Yeah, you know I'm lit like a county fair D A Stay chuggin' on Milo's tea Bm G Yeah, your buddies might've moved out their own hometown D D But one of them buddies ain't me A Bm Nah, it ain't me G D D Nah, it ain't me D Nah, it ain't me D D Nah, it ain't me D D D Cause I'm still ridin' around this town D A Still blarin' the same old songs D D D Still try to find a spot where the cops don't park D So I can get my Willie Nelson on D D D I still stay lit like a county fair D Sweeter than a jug of Milo's tea D D D Yeah, your buddies might have moved out their own hometown D But one of them buddies ain't me 4. West Side (Ft. Struggle Jennings) Em D C From the west side C Em Where the cowboys roam the night B C The Monte Carlos rumble by E Em Under these faded old street lights Em D Whoa-whoa on the west side rules don't apply D C D For a man on a mission, (West Side) either you live or you die (Ha ha) Em B C This is my struggle, (You got a choice) this is my story, this is my life D Em Whoa, (Struggle) welcome to my west side D I was born in a flood so I can breathe underwater C D My father was a martyr on the cross for sons and daughters Em B Hate and karma's got a price and I collected that payment C B D Smoke clears, burnt rubber, empty shells on the pavement Em D D Smoke lingers, ears ringin', blood drippin' from a trigger finger C D Feelin' like I'll never get right with God Em Am B If not I'll gain his trust and gun down the Devil C B D Boondock Saint, two Glocks in war paint Em D Soul's not for sale and my heart’s never fake D D They kept sayin' that I couldn't but I never claimed I can't Am B See the grind's always worth it when you're searchin' for a purpose B B I came up out the furnace belt ’n’ boots made of serpents Em D D From the west side B Em Where the cowboys roam the night B C The Monte Carlos rumble by E Under these faded old street lights Em D Whoa-whoa on the west side rules don't apply D D For a man on a mission, either you live or you die Am Bm B C This is my struggle, this is my story, this is my life D Whoa-whoa, welcome to my west side Em D I was twelve years old walkin' to H&H market C D For some Big League gum and a NASCAR of Dale Earnhardt Am B Skateboarded at St. Lukes, ran from neighbors pit bulls C B D Yeah, them things had no chains like a broken-ass Mongoose Em D Play t-ball at Charlotte Park with 210 Hillwood class C D And I hung out with some crazies down on California Ave Am B A I met 'em through my cousin Timmy the summer that I stayed out west C C D Ridin' around in that single cab bumpin' The Definition of Real album Em D Who hotter than me? Yeah, that shit puts me into that vibe D D Makes me wanna pull out that 90's model roast some tread off of them tires D Em B And every time I pass Metro I think about that time C C C D We swapped seats on I-40 doin' a hundred and five Em D D From the west side D Em Where the cowboys roam the night B C The Monte Carlos rumble by E Em Under these faded old street lights D D Whoa-whoa on the west side rules don't apply D D For a man on a mission, either you live or you die Am Bm B C This is my struggle, this is my story, this is my life D Em D Whoa, welcome to my west side D D Em Whoa-whoa, welcome to my west side Bm C D Em D C D Em Bm C Bm Dm 5. Holler Boys Em C D Em C D Whoa, whoa whoa Em C The only poison I've had is ivy D The only man I fear is God Em C No snakes can make me run now D 'Cause I've been bit by 'em all Em C No buck can stare me down D No neighbor can shut me up Em C I'm off the grid and I'm off my rocker D I'm off in the holler son Em C We them holler boys D Holler if you’re needin’ somethin' done Em C Holler if you need a chip or a shoulder D And a hand with a loaded gun Em C We'll be out that screen door, no shirt on D Em Leavin' two black marks down a one lane road C D Yeah we, yeah we, yeah we them holler boys Em C The only fight I've ever been in D Was takin' up for somebody else Em C The only time I got my jaw jacked is never D but damn sure not quite yet Em C D The times I miss the most are the times nobody knows Em C When it was me, my cousin, and a couple of my buddies D Racin' down ol' Sams Creek Road Em C We them holler boys D Holler if you’re needin’ somethin' done Em C Holler if you need a chip or a shoulder D And a hand with a loaded gun Em C We'll be out that screen door, no shirt on D Em Leavin' two black marks down a one lane road C D Yeah we, yeah we, yeah we them holler boys Em C D Holler boy native to the the holler soil Em C D Washed in the spring of a farmer's joy Em C We them holler boys D Holler if you’re needin’ somethin' done Em C Holler if you need a chip or a shoulder D Or a hand with a loaded gun Em C We them holler boys D Holler if you’re needin’ somethin' done Em C Holler if you need a chip or a shoulder D And a hand with a loaded gun Em C We'll be out that screen door, no shirt on D Em Leavin' two black marks down a one lane road C D C Yeah we, yeah we, yeah we them holler boys 6. No One Told Us Cm Cm Cm Cm Cm You smell that fan in the window lettin' air in Cm Coals still burnin' outside from last weekend Cm Your truck done died it was runnin' all night Cm To be the jukebox jam and the wood chop light Cm You see that fence post nail at the top Cm To hold the water bucket when the faucet's off Cm That hide-a-way shed ain't just for the straw Cm But also lightin' up and strummin' on a guitar Cm And I sang man-oh-man Cm Where'd the good times go? Cm Cm Back when Fall by Clay Walker was playin' on the radio Cm So I sang boy-oh-boy Cm How I miss them old Toyotas Cm Cm Yeah, country is as country does, we was but no one told us Cm Yeah, I'm sick of hearin' the same thing, rhinestone cowboys Cm I'm about to smack y'all like the ass on a cowgirl Cm I'm Mr. Tennessee, barefoot bandit up in rocky top Cm Orange and white blanket up in that red, red ragtop Cm You want the gun smoke then bring your ass to the farm Cm We just some country boys and girls gettin' stoned in a barn Cm I get the Chattahoochee coochie I'm the hollars Elvis Presley Cm Even when I'm fat and old Dixie chicks is gonna dig me Cm I'll be somewhere on a boat gettin' too damn sunburnt Cm Middle fingers up, sissies still bein' butthurt Cm I'll be castin' a line just sittin' watchin' the float jump Cm Put the country in country no need to give it to me Cm And I sang man-oh-man Cm Where'd the good times go? Cm Cm Back when Fall by Clay Walker was playin' on the radio Cm7 Cm7 So I sang boy-oh-boy Cm How I miss them old Toyotas Cm Cm7 Cm7 Yeah, country is as country does, we was but no one told us Cm7 Yeah, the music industry think they got me itchin' like sumac Cm7 Got a bunch of tens in Tennessee line dancin' to this rap Cm7 Rap stills do the shimmy of all the bass to the floor joists Cm Do it like the legends, rock it out 'til we're deaf boys Cm7 I'm kickin' up the amperage like I'm jumpin' off a Peterbilt Cm7 Parkin' through the algae where the Creekers hid the shine stills Cm7 Ridin' down the roads that lead to nothin' but a buzz Cm7 I put the country in the rap because I'm wrapped up in the cut Cm7 And I sang son-oh-son Cm Just believe me when I say Cm Cm One day when I'm dead and gone you'll smirk along and sing Cm And you'll sing man-oh-man Cm Where'd the good times go? Cm Cm Back when it was Holler Boys by Upchurch on the radio Cm So I sang boy-oh-boy Cm How I miss them old Toyotas Cm Yeah, country is as country does, N.C. We was but no one told us 7. Dance With The Devil (Ft. Chucky V & Katie Noel) F#m E Bm F#m E Bm F#m A Every night that I'm alone, I fall in a different zone A I am in a place my body isn't needed anymore F#m I see phantoms at my window, third level of my estate A They walk on a certain level lookin' at me through a double pane F#m They see mine, their's is Jane, we both nod, we both wave F#m They're probably just lost like me but never had the time to spare F#m But even if we did it probably wouldn't catch my lingo F#m Lookin' at me skeptical like I was Johnny Ringo F#m It's safe to say that they don't mean no harm though F#m They whisper to me 'til my eyes fall inside my pillow F#m Put me in a natural trip to levels of dimensions F#m F# Let me see my future through some type of supernatural premonition F#m A A I don't want to dance with the Devil F#m A I just want to confront him at a table F#m A A And I don't need your hollow promise F#m A I just need to look you in the eyes and tell you that F#m You didn't help me make it E You didn't help me make it F#m F#m You didn't help me make it E You didn't help me make it F#m A The Devil, he wears a scarf full of fake happiness and promises A He says he calls your city like things of gold and accomplishments A F#m But I've been readin' documents that say your words are counterfeit A Get a lesson in myself with no reason to be announcin' it F#m Times have changed, I've stepped away F#m F# From the deception of the man that's lookin' over Broadway F#m I know the power of myself, so I'm takin' full percentage F#m F# While they sleepin' on me, I'm sleepin' in these white linens F#m F#m When the stage lights all go out I'll be okay F# Stay high all day in the shade F#m My mind went up, it didn't come down F#m It flows all alone in the greatness A A And I don't want to dance with the Devil F#m A I just want to confront him at a table A A And I don't need your hollow promise F#m A I just need to look you in the eyes and tell you that F#m You didn't help me make it A E You didn't help me make it F#m You didn't help me make it E You didn't help me make it F#m A A I don't want to dance with the Devil (The Devil) F#m I've been on my grind like the whole time A So I'm on a whole different level (Whole different level) F#m You can see it in my eyes I was built for this (Built for this) F#m It's finally my time, yeah I killed for this (Killed for this) F#m Plotted from the sidelines 'til I made the shift (Made the shift) F#m Now it's my time for the takin' (My time for the takin') F#m I'm just chasin' money tryna dodge the fame F#m I had plenty of problems before I had my chain F#m Now my diamonds are blindin' even in all of your shade F#m You didn't help me make it past the fact I'm happy to say F#m A A E I don't want to dance with the Devil F#m A I just want to confront him at a table F#m A A And I don't need your hollow promise F#m A I just need to look you in the eyes and tell you that F#m You didn't help me make it A E You didn't help me make it F#m You didn't help me make it E You didn't help me make it F#m A A F#m A F#m 8. Some Days Cm Fm Some days I don't wanna wake, I just wanna bake Cm Fm I don't wanna wait, tell my mate, "Roll me up a J" Cm Fm Fill my room up with the smoke (Hahaha) Cm Fm So you can't see me when I'm at my low-low-low-low Cm I grew up on YouTube again Fm I looked up stuff that seemed pretend Cm The Illuminati and the pyramids Fm I've been twelve hours deep on a Google binge Cm I heard stories of strange men dressed in black clothes Fm In a black mask comin' up to people's windows Cm I sleep with a 5.56 always loaded Fm Optic rockin' the night scope Cm My room look like Fort Knox Fm My mind runnin' like a evil genius Cm Sometimes I scare my damn self Fm Cause I'm Norman Bates with a sense of kindness Cm But the kind that's sick of being a sickness Fm Sittin' in the bottom of the shit river ditches Cm This ain't ice picks and hot chicks Fm It's Nirvana, I ain't drownin' for a dollar or cent Cm Fm Some days I don't wanna wake, I just wanna bake Cm Fm I don't wanna wait, tell my mate, "Roll me up a J" Cm Fm Fill my room up with the smoke Cm Fm Fm So you can't see me when I'm at my low-low-low-low Cm Fm Some days I don't wanna wake, I just wanna bake Cm Fm I don't wanna wait, tell my mate, "Roll me up a J" Cm Fm Fill my room up with the smoke Cm Fm Fm So you can't see me when I'm at my low-low-low-low Cm This is one of them dope tracks Fm That'll make people say I'm on drugs now Cm They'll prolly say that I'm goin' crazy Fm Or I got possessed by the Willis House Cm They'll probably claim that I'm a danger to myself Fm For all them nights at three o'clock Cm Precious time rolled in a Swisher Fm Fm Listenin' for a whisper for my name, it's Ryan Cm Fm Sittin' Indian style, burnin' sage like I'm Cherokee Cm Fm Cm Deep eye sockets, hairline got a widow's peak Cm Fm Knife in the sheath, Pocahontas in the sheets Cm I'll be damned if I let America N.C. John Smith me Cm Fm Some days I don't wanna wake, I just wanna bake Cm Fm I don't wanna wait, tell my mate, "Roll me up a J" Cm Fm Fill my room up with the smoke Cm Fm Fm So you can't see me when I'm at my low-low-low-low Cm Fm Some days I don't wanna wake, I just wanna bake Cm Fm I don't wanna wait, tell my mate, "Roll me up a J" Cm Fm Fill my room up with the smoke Cm Fm So you can't see me when I'm at my low-low-low-low Cm People say I changed, yeah Fm I am not the same, yeah Cm Wanna be a leader Fm But don't care 'bout bein' famous Cm You wanna know what fame is Fm It's stressful and it's dangerous Cm Fm I am not complainin', I'm just writin' out a story Cm Fm That's important for the up and comin' Cm Don't bow down to business money Fm Stay secluded, know yourself and see 'em comin' Cm Fm Don't let 'em choose what you're becomin' Cm Be ready to die ‘cause haters huntin' for N.C. Headlines and shootin' for 'em Cm Fm Some days I don't wanna wake, I just wanna bake Cm Fm I don't wanna wait, tell my mate, "Roll me up a J" Cm Cm Ab Fm Fill my room up with the smoke (With the smoke) Cm Fm So you can't see me when I'm at my low-low-low-low Cm Fm Some days I don't wanna wake, I just wanna bake Cm Fm I don't wanna wait, tell my mate, "Roll me up a J" Cm Fm Fill my room up with the smoke (With the smoke) Cm Fm Fm So you can't see me when I'm at my low-low-low-low 9. Huckleberry N.C. Son, I've N.C. been in the woods for like a week N.C. Smokin' weed and gettin' back to myself N.C Hehe, ha ha ha, yeah N.C. Church N.C. Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Cm Get the Yoder, load the axes, chop the world right off it's axis Cm I stumbled up in this bitch and I ain't even need no practice Cm Babe Ruth is foul ball, son you know I'm always catchin' those Cm Bb Amphibious with flows like I run the game with webbed toes Cm Yeah there that boy go, rooster necklace all gold Cm Diamonds in that mug cost more than the truck he drive yo Cm Damn straight motherfucker, my career come from the dirt Cm Bb The same grain I got them maters from to add to my Bud Light son Cm Don't get me piped up, Chattanooga shine son Cm Cm Gettin' drunk like a farmer, put the V8 in the mud C C F**k it, let it get stuck, get the tractor for the truck Bb Am Life's a wench in a rut, if you gotta crank it up F Dm Em C Am I'll be your Huckleberry, I'll be your dark and scary F Dm E Am I'll be your man of the hour, Mr. Church don't sour F Dm Em And I'll be those KC lights in a poor boy's truck C Am F Granddaddy's gun in a 1500 Dm Em A son of a bitch and a crazy motherfucker C Man I love that feelin' of blue lights on a Friday Cm One lane, one way, no way, roll a J Cm C In my Carhartt toboggan, and I be flexin' like my driveway C Cm It's a runway, f**k N.C. Hollywood the long way Cm C I got dirt in my nails and there's nails in my dirt Cm Run barefoot behind me and your feet gon' hurt Cm C My little piggy hit the market, your little piggy look whacked off Cm Bb Y'all country but can't even get the blade up in the hacksaw Cm C Chop wood for the Gram let the wood get wet Cm I got ricks stacked up, with a tarp on it bitch Cm C If you see me swingin' the axe it ain't because of bonfires Cm Bb Am It's 'cause I went crazy and live in a house made of cross ties F Dm Cm Am I'll be your Huckleberry, I'll be your dark and scary F Dm E Am I'll be your man of the hour, Mr. Church don't sour F Dm Em And I'll be those KC lights in a poor boy's truck Am F Granddaddy's gun in a 1500 Dm Em A son of a bitch and a crazy motherfucker C Mu-Mustang like a Socs, leather jacket like Dally Cm Outsider of my town, switchblade in my jacket Cm C They don't make that Sodapop pop, no carbonation added Dm Bb River water in my veins to muddy water I'm an addict Cm C Raisin' hell like I planted devil seeds then I grew it Cm Oh wait that's weed, hah damn I feel stupid Cm C Devil's lettuce on the ranch I wish the ghost could be some peppers Dm Bbm Bb Peter Piper picked a Chevy, now his truck is full of bad bitches Cm I'm rockin' rags up on these riches,Built my house in all these ditches Cm Instead of leavin' my home town,I settled down and now I fucks with it C C It's Mr. Cheatham County, talk slow, rap fluid Cm C Am Spit flames so much you think I drink starter fluid F Dm C Am Fm I'll be your Huckleberry, I'll be your dark and scary F Dm E Am I'll be your man of the hour, Mr. Church don't sour F Dm Em And I'll be those KC lights in a poor boy's truck Am F Granddaddy's gun in a 1500 Dm Em D A son of a bitch and a crazy motherfucker C C C C Bb 10. Wake Me Up A D C#m I'm livin' in a dream now, A A C#m Oh, Smokin' blue dream in my dream house, oh A D A And I'm drivin' dream cars, GPS me to the stars A A Far away from fame halls N.C. C#m Don't wake me up I'm livin' the dream A Livin' the dream A Am A I'm livin' the dream D C# A Don't wake me up, don't wake me up A C#m Don't wake me up, don't wake me up A Uh D A I'm livin' in slow motion, I ain't aged in ten years A Am I'm drunk off the success I A A Steer, how you think I drove here? D A Blackmarks on the road aren't known for any reason A C#m A Besides the fact, I walked them before the tattoos in my cells D A My footprints on the road will be the blueprints for the next-gen A A For every artist strugglin' tryna push your stuff to new ears D A So take it easy, easy live it, love it, don't give up A C#m A The battle scars are cool when you make it to the top D I'm livin' in a dream now, oh A A C#m Smokin' blue dream in my dream house, oh A D A And I'm drivin' dream cars, GPS me to the stars A Far away from fame halls N.C. Don't wake me up I'm livin' the dream, D Livin' the dream C#m D A A Am I'm livin' the dream, I'm living the dream A D A Don't wake me up, don't wake me up A C#m A Don't wake me up, don't wake me up, Uh D A I feel like Elvis when I walk around my land of grace A A Feel like Cash when I'm angry and destroyin' my place D A I feel like the line I'm sposed to walk, I walk beside A A Just to aggravate some people that wish me bad from time to time D A I'm livin' in a dream now, drivin' over pink clouds A A Kickin' up the angel dust 'cause heaven don't have dirt mounds D A So if my dreams are real now, I wake up as a night owl A A It won't bother the sun 'cause like me, it won't burn out D A Rocket ship take me to the unknown A A Somewhere I don't exist no more D A Where checkmarks don't verify my life or my style A A D I wanna hang with people who can understand my silent smiles A A A Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa D A A Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa D I'm livin' in a dream now, oh A A Am A Smokin' blue dream in my dream house, oh A D A And I'm drivin' dream cars, GPS me to the stars A Far away from fame halls N.C. Don't wake me up I'm livin' D C# A The dream, livin' the dream A A I'm livin' the dream D A Don't wake me up, don't wake me up A C#m C#m Don't wake me up, don't wake me up A Uh D D A A D D A C#m D D A A D D A A