Tom: Bb minor•
Verse 1
my skin and my bones
Gb
I love huskies but I feel like
Db
In a pack but I feel all alone
Gb
I'm scatterbrained, man
Better offer the clone
Bbm
Db
In Tejas apartments with racist
Bbm
(chronic) doin' weird shit
Gb
Like, this'll make your
Bbm
biopic (haha)
Rile 'em up, hit Zaxby's get
Db
Bbm
the wing tings (yum)
Real quick bills still stacking to the
ceiling (uh-oh)
Db
Whatchu mean, it ain't working?
Bbm
Gb
(what?)
Whatchu mean, you ain't finding yourself?
Bbm
(oh, I am, I'm trying)
Db
Whatchu mean, you ain't got no cash? (I got
Bbm
Gb
a little bit)
Whatchu mean? Whatchu mean?
Bbm
Shouldn't your pockets be big just like a
Db
Gb
fat chick? (uh-huh)
Shouldn't your mama be done paying the
house off? (I guess)
Bbm
Shouldn't you have a real big ass
Fm
Shouldn't these girls be flockin' just
Gb
Bbm
like seagulls? (e h)
Verse 2
Db
Twistin' me up like licorice
Gb
Fm
Gb
Think I need someone who can handle it
Bbm
Db
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
Db
Twistin' me up like licorice
Gb
Think I need someone who can handle it
Bbm
Db
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna
Verse 3
Bbm
The original lick-splickety,
Gb
Breaking the mold mentally,
master with no limiting
Bbm
Mak ing 'em say "Ugh!",
Db
they worshiping our force viciously
Gb
Watching the floor tip in your
Bbm
temple of authenticity
Often they say I'm off it, I offer
my crossed empathy
Gb
They forgot what we on,
I'll remind 'em with hostility
Bbm
Db
Hot-diggity damn, damn,
everyone running scams
Bbm
Gotta cover your clams and take
another glance
Db
Running a clinic, no scans,
Bbm
ain't no one claimin' yo mans
Gb
It's all pertaining to plan,
call me the architect
Bbm
C
Db
Lap you in a UFO, I haven't started yet
C
Still gotta figure out exactly
Gb
Bbm
Moses with the pen,
C
Db
Gb
each line an ocean I can part it at
Interlude 1
But that's too deep
Bbm
Db
Bbm
Verse 4
Bbm
Db
Don't call me stupid,
Gb
Fm
that ain't the way my name pronounced
Bbm
Db
Don't call me Cupid,
Gb
Bbm
I got too many hoes right now
Gb
Tryna see if Beyoncé will
take me for adoption
Bbm
Gb
Db
Broke ass rich, suburbs
Gb
Fm
A civilian shot in 3rd Ward,
Bbm
we just by the fountain
Db
Gb
This is Merlyn Wood, man
Everywhere I go is the Woodlands
Bbm
Db
I need a Hon ey Butter,
Gb
Bbm
vodka in a Sprite can
Db
Gb
When I'm in the Whataburger, all the
Db
I need a Hon ey Butter,
Fm
Bbm
puttin' lean in my Sprite can
Verse 5
Db
Twistin' me up like licorice
Gb
Think I need someone who can handle it
Bbm
Db
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
Db
Twistin' me up like licorice
Gb
Think I need someone who can handle it
Bbm
Db
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
Fm
Bbm
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
Verse 6
Db
I got a record but I'm clean as they come
Fm
when they see me they run
Gb
Db
On 37th, used to run from the Bloods
duck when they come
Bbm
Db
I moved out and in a couple of months
Gb
I'ma be a pop star, they call me a thug
Bbm
Gb
I used to write raps on
Bbm
the back of the bus
Now I'm in the front seat
shifting the gears
Verse 7
Bbm
Db
It's funny how things can change
Gb
Three hundred dollars to my name,
led to Hollywood
Bbm
Db
I was living off Ramen and change
Gb
Five hundred dollars on these dinners,
Growing up my teachers told me
Gb
"You better get them grades up,
If you wanna finish high school"
Bbm
"And after high school,
you better get a degree
Gb
Bbm
"'Cause it's a dog-eat-dog world, world, world,
you could live in the street"
Db
Flashback, I had my Walkman in
Listening to NSYNC, saw my
name on the CD
Bleach blond tips,
Db
Gb
wanted to be JT
Wanted to do big things,
had to fulfill a dream
Bbm
Db
One might say I was doomed
from the get-go
Gb
But But those same people assume,
'cause they'll never know
Bbm
What it's like to be called
to what's not set in stone
Gb
Db
I am one with the ebb and flow,
Verse 8
that's all I know
Bbm
Db
Twistin' me up like licorice
Gb
Think I need someone who can handle it
Bbm
Db
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
Db
Twistin' me up like licorice
Gb
Think I need someone who can handle it
Bbm
Db
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna
Verse 9
Db
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone
Db
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna
Db
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone
Db
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
O que você achou da música?
Você precisa para deixar uma avaliação.
AfinadorE A D G B E
AcordesBbm Gb Db Fm C
Mais músicas de Brockhampton
Descubra acordes para tocar mais músicas
Acordes populares ao redor do mundo
Acordes e tablaturas mais tocados pelos usuários
Adicionado recentemente
Acordes e tablaturas adicionados recentemente