A#m F# G# basically throughout the entire song. Verse : A#m I have a death fantasy F# Death of my aesthetics, this falsing fiction carved in my way G# A#m Death of my image, of my intellect, my all is okay F# Death of my pretty and my cozy and my craft and my grace G# Cannot keep rushing the gate A#m The death fantasy F# Projected spaces in your frameworks, they do not go to me G# A#m To fit inside your empty visions, livid bird in a cage F# Death of my hustle, my trajectory, my style and my lane G# A#m That flagrant look on your face
Chorus: F# I have the death fantasy G# G# A#m Eh, eh F# Ha-ha-la-la-lujah I'm free G# G# A#m Eh, eh F# G# G# A#m A charming death fantasy F# Ha-ha-ha-la-la-lujah I'm free G# A#m Hey, keep your hands off of me Verse : F# What's to be said of your stage? G# A#m Have changed the title but have yet to write a single new page F# Privilege is cheap if you can't be free, so I said G# Seems like it only repeats A#m F# G# I have the death fantasy A#m F# G#
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