City Of Stars chords by Logic

Intro:
F E A C D7
E A D7 E A

Verse 1:

D7        E         A
I know that you think this song is for you

D7       E       A
I used to long for you and adore you

D7        E        A
My life was just fine way back before you

D7         E       A
Now when you reach out I just ignore you

Hook:

          D7     E
Cause this ain't a love song (woah)

     A
This is, "So long"

      D7      E
You did me so wrong for so long

       A
For so long, for so long

Verse 2:

D7             E        A
No, I never thought I could live my life without you

D7             E            A
All you ever seem to do is scream and make it all about you

Refrain:

        D7
And so I doubt you

 E                A
I doubt you even know what's on my mind

     D7
I said, I doubt you

 E                 A
I doubt you even know why I left you behind

Interlude:

 D7             E
I know that I've been living

 A
I know that I've been living

 D7             E
I know that I've been living

 A
I know that I've been living

        D7          E
In the city of stars, where there's flying cars

 A
A brand new home for everyone and even life on Mars

        D7          E
In the city of stars, where there's flying cars

 G         C      A
A brand new home for everyone and even life on Mars

Hook:

          D7     E
Cause this ain't a love song (woah)

     A
This is, "So long"

      D7      E
You did me so wrong for so long

       A
For so long, for so long

Refrain:

        D7
And so I doubt you

 E                A
I doubt you even know what's on my mind

     D7
I said, I doubt you

 E               A
I doubt you even know why I left you-

Instrumental:
A
F E A x2

Verse 3:

A
Yeah, uh, yeah...

   F
Much love to Def Jam, even though they under shipped me

E
Did me like Bobby did Whitney, but the fans was with me

    A
Know my name around the world but it still ain't hit me

A
All the talent in the world and they still don't get me

     F
I didn't talk about my race on the whole first album

  E
But black vs. white bullshit was the still the outcome

A
How come these motherfuckers can't seem to let it go?

A
Judging rap by race instead of the better flow

                         E
Who gives a fuck who made it? I penetrate it and innovate it

E
While they emulate it, give a fuck if I'm hated

A
I'mma do it 'til I get it, fuck a nominated

A
Bitch, I dominate it

   F
Yeah, emails from Rick Rubin, dinner with No ID
       E
Chilling with B-I-G D-A-Double-D-Y K-A-N-E

        A
Not many get to do what I do, and now enemies

A
Thinking they slick as fuck like the finna befriending me

  F
But let's get back to the music, I'm gone

           E
Outside of this solar system, I'm searching for paradise

               A
Livin' the life, bitch, I've been a vet

A
Fuck all these cats on the internet

A
I love hip hop and I hate hip hop

         F
Cause people that love Pac hope that Drake get shot

       E
Cause he raps about money and bitches, for heaven's sakes

      A
Pac did the same shit, just on a drum break

A
Now, I ain't wanna name names, I'm just droppin' this game

                       Bb
We all people, all equal—now let me let off, yeah

Bb
Now let me let off

F
Tougher than raw denim, my flow you can't identify

E
Talib said it best back in the day, we just tryna get by

A          E
Two words, Mos Def, in my headphones

E
Black on one side, now I'm in another zone

F
Switch flows, fuck 'em up—play the game, run 'em up

E
Yeah, I sold a couple records but people don't give a fuck

A
All the people want is real, guess that's why Logic appeal

C
All the power in the world; hold that, tell me how that feel?

F
Racism on television and magazines

    E
Paying taxes so soldiers don't run out of magazines, god damn

A
Country don't give a fuck who I am

A
Just a youngin' on the rise with a mic in my hand

     F
And I am, here's to the Roc

           Bb
The .45 Glock that my older brother pop—shot

   F                   C
And I am, finally on top; too high up, not a drop

C
Stop, we gettin' guap, gettin' guap

 F
I am, livin' like I ain't got it

         E
Spit the flow so robotic, man who gives a fuck about it

        C
Maryland 'til I die, but I had to get the fuck up out it

       G
I love it and hate it, you probably don't know, man, I doubt it