Tom: A minor
Verse 1
Em
F
Em
F
Em
She left the seat
home with mom though
She made a beeline to bother
She put the weed in her brother
And through the speakers the motto
Dm
D
Dm
Pablo I feel like I just hit the lotto
D
I feel like we need hundred bottles I
feel like we need hundred bottles
Em
100 sparkles, 100 sparkles,
Am
Em
Am
Em
fuck all of your gossip, 100 sparkles
It was 07, low level beams,
feelin' underage like we all 17
Everything was on the surface,
oh what a team
Doctors gettin' tiger wards
like low level jeans
Dm
D
Think twice before you try to sun me
Em
No un derground king, no fuckin'
Bun
B
Em
I'm somethin', I'm skeet
Low, groove and a salt shaker
In the complicated room
of a dark place
Makin' calculated moves
with my jawbreaker
Made to answer all the news
with a calm nature
Dm
It was hard to break the news
Dm
I was taught to make the news
Dm
We got lawyers in the room
and we cryin' maker
Am
Being impartial never grew
She left the seat home with mom though
She made a beeline to bother
She put the weed in her brother
And through the speakers the motto
Pablo, I feel like I just hit the lotto
I feel like we need hundred bottles,
I feel like we need hundred bottles
Em
One hundred sparkles, whoo
One hundred sparkles, whoo
Am
Dm
Fuck all of your gossip, whoo
Am
Dm
Am
Em
One hundred sparkles
I got sick devotion, my mixed emotion to
your shit is givin' myself the trophy
Take pain to ocean, take flame to choke him
No drama, gave a long wave to
Sophie
so don't push me, homie
Breaking bread with your future, homie
Might take your meds and make boosters,
homie
Might break a leg and take proof to
Sony
Joe, regular
Joe
With some regular dreams
and a regular flow
You go to work in the week
and go to church in the law
I got a hell of a screen, hell of a post
Dm
You better listen here closely
while you're looking all cozy
I be lifting this trophy, call me
Neil
Em
Tovey
Dm
Standing on both feet,
tired of being low -key
I'm so cold, they be calling me
Em
Sochi
When you ball, you be lookin' like
Kobe, huh
Don't pause where the focus starts,
we won't
talk, I'll just turn it up to
Stokey
Sokobe, yo, my
Sokobe
Dm
I'll take your raps and make casserole
Am
Dm
Corn bros, no spot for oldies,
your shit ain't
saucy
I'm fast approaching my breaking
point
You got rasta boys in your favorite joints
They say trust the coach
and my face annoyed
Cause it's just the boys
and that stays employed
Dm
I'm so custom boy, I'm like
Shady's
Royce I don't trust the choice
of my baby boys
I don't touch the poison, I may be coy
But I don't muscle
Troy like I'm takin' roids
I don't...
Em
left the seat home with mom though
She made a beeline to bother
She put the weed in her brother
And through the speakers the motto
D
Dm
Pablo I feel like I just hit the lotto
Am
Dm
I feel like we need hundred bottles I
D
Em
feel like we need hundred bottles
One hundred sparkles
One hundred sparkles
Bang, bang, we just shoot it up
Am
Fuck all of your gossip
Em
Bang, bang, we just shoot it up
Em
Bang, bang, we just shoot it up
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