Logic – City Of Stars chords

[Intro]
F E A C D7 
E A D7 E A

[Verse 1]
D7               E                 AI know that you think this song is for you
D7             E             AI used to long for you and adore you
D7               E               AMy life was just fine way back before you
D7                 E             ANow when you reach out I just ignore you

[Hook]
                   D7         ECause this ain't a love song (woah)
          AThis is, "So long"
           D7           EYou did me so wrong for so long
             AFor so long, for so long

[Verse 2]
D7                          E                ANo, I never thought I could live my life without you
D7                         E                        AAll you ever seem to do is scream and make it all about you

[Refrain]
               D7And so I doubt you
  E                                AI doubt you even know what's on my mind
          D7I said, I doubt you
  E                                  AI doubt you even know why I left you behind

[Interlude]
  D7                         EI know that I've been living
  AI know that I've been living
  D7                         EI know that I've been living
  AI know that I've been living
               D7                   EIn the city of stars, where there's flying cars
  AA brand new home for everyone and even life on Mars
               D7                   EIn the city of stars, where there's flying cars
  G                  C            AA brand new home for everyone and even life on Mars

[Hook]
                   D7         ECause this ain't a love song (woah)
          AThis is, "So long"
           D7           EYou did me so wrong for so long
             AFor so long, for so long

[Refrain]
               D7And so I doubt you
  E                                AI doubt you even know what's on my mind
          D7I said, I doubt you
  E                              AI doubt you even know why I left you-

[Instrumental]
A
F E A x2

[Verse 3]
AYeah, uh, yeah...
     FMuch love to Def Jam, even though they under shipped me
EDid me like Bobby did Whitney, but the fans was with me
        AKnow my name around the world but it still ain't hit me
AAll the talent in the world and they still don't get me
         FI didn't talk about my race on the whole first album
    EBut black vs. white bullshit was the still the outcome
AHow come these motherfuckers can't seem to let it go?
AJudging rap by race instead of the better flow
                                                 EWho gives a fuck who made it? I penetrate it and innovate it
EWhile they emulate it, give a fuck if I'm hated
AI'mma do it 'til I get it, fuck a nominated
ABitch, I dominate it
      FYeah, emails from Rick Rubin, dinner with No ID
              E
Chilling with B-I-G D-A-Double-D-Y K-A-N-E
                ANot many get to do what I do, and now enemies
AThinking they slick as fuck like the finna befriending me
    FBut let's get back to the music, I'm gone
                      EOutside of this solar system, I'm searching for paradise
                             ALivin' the life, bitch, I've been a vet
AFuck all these cats on the internet
AI love hip hop and I hate hip hop
                  FCause people that love Pac hope that Drake get shot
              ECause he raps about money and bitches, for heaven's sakes
            APac did the same shit, just on a drum break
ANow, I ain't wanna name names, I'm just droppin' this game
                                              BbWe all people, all equal—now let me let off, yeah
BbNow let me let off
FTougher than raw denim, my flow you can't identify
ETalib said it best back in the day, we just tryna get by
A                   ETwo words, Mos Def, in my headphones
EBlack on one side, now I'm in another zone
FSwitch flows, fuck 'em up—play the game, run 'em up
EYeah, I sold a couple records but people don't give a fuck
AAll the people want is real, guess that's why Logic appeal
CAll the power in the world; hold that, tell me how that feel?
FRacism on television and magazines
       EPaying taxes so soldiers don't run out of magazines, god damn
ACountry don't give a fuck who I am
AJust a youngin' on the rise with a mic in my hand
          FAnd I am, here's to the Roc
                      BbThe .45 Glock that my older brother pop—shot
      F                                      CAnd I am, finally on top; too high up, not a drop
CStop, we gettin' guap, gettin' guap
  FI am, livin' like I ain't got it
                 ESpit the flow so robotic, man who gives a fuck about it
                CMaryland 'til I die, but I had to get the fuck up out it
              GI love it and hate it, you probably don't know, man, I doubt it