Tonalidad: F minor
Verse 1
Em
Am
F
Am
Em
Am
Walk around like I'm the shit
F
Am
Em
Am
I think it's a force of habit
G
Em
G
Em
All I think about is checks
F
Em
I think that it's a force of habit
Am
This as good as it's gon' get
F
Am
Em
I waste no time
Am
When I'm fuckin' on yo' bitch
F
Am
Em
I take my time
Am
Don't make me do this again
Em
Why waste your time?
F
C
I want to but can't make my
Em
mind up (yeah)
Verse 2
Am
Everybody way too dramatic, uh
Em
I live life in a comedy, uh
Laugh my way to the bank, ha- ha
Am
Em
Broke as a joke it's alright with me, uh
Am
I'ma be okay one day,
G
mood ring watch my fuckin' mood change
Bm
Em
F
I don't care what dude say
C
Em
He speaks with no bass all treble
Am
Get mixed up, yeah, never on my level
F
Am
Mixed bitch tits straight
Em
out of Heavy Metal
Put a nigga in the dirt like
Am
a fuckin' shovel
F
Am
Em
Tsk tsk tsk, yeah nig ga know better
That's 'cause I know myself
Am
You in my shadow like you in stealth
Em
You are my son got a brand new belt,
yeah
C
Whoop a nigga ass for my goddamn health,
uh
Em
Verse 3
Am
F
Am
Em
Am
Walk around like I'm the shit
F
Am
Em
Am
I think it's a force of habit
Bm
Em
All I think about is checks
C
F
Em
I think that it's a force of habit
Am
This as good as it's gon' get
F
Am
Em
I waste no time
Am
When I'm fuckin' on yo' bitch
F
Em
I take my time
Am
Don't make me do this again
F
Am
Em
Why waste your time?
Bm
Em
F
C
I want to but can't make
F
my make- make- make- make
Verse 4
Em
I was like, "Nah,
I don't got a condom"
A
she pulled out her little stripper bag
D
'Cause stripper, they got bags
Em
Where they put all they fuckin'
A
money in (yeah)
Em
So she moved all her money
out the way, she like
Boom at the very bottom
Like the very, very bottom,
A
she put it on me for me
Em
And then she, yeah, she-
A
I'm not gon' lie,
Em
I nutted in like two songs, ain't give a- , ayy
Verse 5
A
Nothin' lasts forever
D
Keep trying, keep trying 'til we run
Em
B
Em
out of time
A
Nothin' lasts forever
D
Em
B
Keep trying, keep trying 'til
Em
B
we run out of time
Verse 6
Em
Man I thought I told ya, Paris
Texas soldiers
A
Want everything the light touches,
we need that exposure
D
Go 'head fix yo' camera,
Em
go 'head clean them lenses
B
We still gonna show up despite
what they told us
Em
Realize y'all take it everywhere,
But the maximum
A
Married to the money,
soon as I heard that y'all broke up
D
Ask if it need closure,
Em
but it don't want no closure
B
Who am I to judge her past?
Em
Plus she said it was over
Spit hotter than the solar,
A
I can trust a soul, uh
You niggas some cobras,
D
these world turned me cold, bruh
I should live in tundras,
Em
I want my neck froze up
Sick of y'all wait, uh, uh,
B
got the antidote, what?
Em
R.i.p you lame fucks,
Reaping what you sew
A
Reaper at your throat,
stitch 'em like some raw cut
D
Stitches like Lilo,
Bm
B
see I had stayed alone then I had lost my hope
Then I found something,
Em
no it found me on its own
Now when I go to shows,
A
man sawed- off to the nose
Or land mine to the face,
D
choose how your mind is blown
Em
Me and Louie fucking go, uh
Your season is over,
B
your season is over
Em
Got yo' jersey hung up
Your season is over,
A
your season is, uh, uh
Your season is over,
your season is over
D
Em
Your season is over, ayy
Outro 1
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Em
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Em
A
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Em
A
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Em
A
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Em
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