| Dm     | Dm       | Dm     | Dm       |
| Dm     | Am   G   | Dm     | Am   G   |

Dm   Am  G            Dm                   Am  G
  Why      do I kneel to these concepts
Dm                 Am               G
Tempted by control,  controlled by temptation
Dm                 Am  G
  Stay low they say,     stay low

| Dm   Am   | Am   G   | Dm   Am   | Am   G   |


[Chorus]
Dm                      Am
  They say stay in your lane, boy, lane, boy
    G
But we go where we want to
Dm                           Am
  They think this thing is a highway, highway
         G
But will they be alive tomorrow?


[Verse 1]
Dm                           Am
  They think this thing is a highway
                               G                        Dm
If it was our way, we’d have a tempo change every other time change
          Am
Cause our minds change, and what we think is good
         G
I wasn’t raised in the hood
      Dm                        Am
But I know a thing or two about pain and darkness
                                    G
If it wasn’t for this music I don’t know how I would have fought this
Dm                              Am
Regardless, all these songs I’m hearing are so heartless
                                       G                             Dm
Don’t trust a perfect person and don’t trust a song that’s flawless, honest
                            Am
There’s a few songs on this record that feel common
                                          G
I’m in constant confrontation with what I want and what is poppin'
       Dm                           Am
In the industry it seems to me that singles on the radio are currency
           G
My creativity’s on the free when I’m playing shows


[Chorus]
Dm                      Am
  They say stay in your lane, boy, lane, boy
    G
But we go where we want to
Dm                           Am
  They think this thing is a highway, highway
         G
But will they be alive tomorrow?


[Interlude]
| Dm   Am   |

Dm     Am                     Dm      Am  Em
  Will they be alive tomorrow?   Yeah


[Verse 2]
    Dm
I’m sorry if that question I asked last
Am                                   Dm
Scared you a bit like a Hazmat, in a gas mask if you ask Zack
          Am
‘Cause my brother he likes when I rap fast
          Dm
But let's backtrack

Back to this
Am
Who would you live and die for on that list?
        Em
But the problem is, there’s another list that exists and no one really wants to think about this
       Dm                            Am
Forget sanity, forget salary, forget vanity, my morality
       Dm
If you get between someone I love and me
       Am
You’re gonna get be the heat of my cavalry
Dm                                Am
All these songs I’m hearing are so heartless
      Em
Don’t trust a perfect person and don’t trust a song that’s flawless


[Interlude]
Am  G       Dm                     F
      Don’t trust a perfect person and don’t trust a song that’s flawless
Am  G       Dm                     F
      Don’t trust a perfect person and don’t trust a song that’s flawless


[Verse 3]
Am                          G
Honest, there’s a few songs on this record that feel common
       Dm                     F
I’m in constant confrontation with what I want and what is poppin'
       Am                   G                                Dm
In the industry it seems to me that singles on the radio are currency
       F
My creativity’s on the free when I’m playing shows


[Chorus]
Am                 G               Dm
  They say stay in your lane, boy, lane, boy
F
 But we go where we want to
Am                      G             Dm
  They think this thing is a highway, highway
F         N.C.
 But will they be alive tomorrow?


[Interlude]
| Am   G   |

Dm  F
      Will they be alive tomorrow?

| Am   G   | Dm   F   |


[Chorus]
Am                 G               Dm
  They say stay in your lane, boy, lane, boy
F
 But we go where we want to
Am                      G             Dm  F
  They think this thing is a highway,


[Bridge]
    Am
The bells and the whistles scaled back
                 F
Like an isolated   track
                                         Am
And he feels trapped when he's not inebriated
                                                 G
Fair to say he's fairly sedated most days of the week
                            N.C.
He might have made it if he lived on a different street
    Dm                       Am
I repeat, scaled back and isolated
                    Dm                           Am
He says he likes an open schedule, but he mostly hates it
                         Dm                             Am
If you're running to his room, take a breath before you break-in
                       G
Put your ear up to the door, tell me can you hear him saying?