Tom: G minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Gm
All
like I'm George Strait
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Or they go to Georgia State
where tuition is handled
that live in Atlanta
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That she only see when
she feels obligated
Gm
Admitted it to me the first time we dated
Bb
But she was no angel and we never waited
Gm
Cm
I took her for sushi, she wanted to fuck
so we took it to go
told him don't even plate it
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and we never talked so much after
I blew up just only hello her,
happy but later then
Gm
I think I text her and told
her I made it
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and that's when she text me
Dm
and told me she prayed it
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and that's when I text her
and told her I love it
and right after text her
and told her I'm faded
Cm
She asked, what have I learned
since getting richer
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I learned working with the negatives
could make for better pictures
I learned
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is one hell of a mixture
Gm
Bb
even though it's fucked up, girl
I'm still fucking with you
Time for me to revisit the past
Eb
As women have called us out
Mr.
Drop this liquor involved
There's stories to tell
Gm
We've been through it all
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Interviews are like confessions
Cm
Confusing me with questions like
Do you love this shit?
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Are you high right now?
Do you ever get nervous?
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I heard you fuck your girl
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Am
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Is it true? You getting money?
You think them niggas
you with is with you?
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Cm
And I say hell yeah
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Hell yeah, hell yeah, fuckin' right,
fuckin' right, alright
Gm
Am
Dm
And we say hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah,
Gm
Bb
Gm
fuckin' right, fuckin' right, alright
Cm
Gm
Uh, so much for bein' optimistic
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They say love is in the air, so I
Gm
Hold my breath till my face turn purple
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Keep a few bad bitches in my circle
Gm
My nuts hang like ain't no curfew
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Bitch, if you wave, then I will serve you
Gm
Cm
I flew jet, she flew commercial
But we still met later that night
Eb
After my ses sion, she came over,
I was aggressive and she was sober
she started confessin'
And asked me to hold her,
Bb
and so I did, but that was last month
And now she's textin' me,
askin' for closure
Gm
Cm
Damn, she say this shit gon' catch up to me,
I keep tissue paper
whenever we at the dinner table
Gm
Dm
She say she hate that she love me
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and she wish I was average
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Shit, sometimes I wish the same,
and I wish she wasn't married
Cm
Promises, I hope I never break them
had a fire conversation
Gm
Dm
But, interviews are
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like confessions
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Gm
Bb
Get the fuck up out my bedroom
Gm
Cm
Confusing me with questions like
Do you love this shit?
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Are you high right now?
Do you ever get nervous?
Am
I heard you fuck your girl, is it true?
A
Bb
You getting money?
You think the niggas you with is with you?
Gm
Cm
And I say hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah
Eb
Fucking right, fucking right
Gm
Am
Gm
Bb
and we say hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah, fuckin right, damn right, alright,
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right
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You
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