Flowers: accordi di
Glasses Malone
Glasses Malone

N/A
Tonalità: G major
Verse 1
Eb
Eb
Cm
Cm
I'd advise you to
give them the flowers,
Bb
Bb
Gm
Gm
Bb
Bb
while they still can smell it, real shit
Eb
Eb
Cm
Cm
Good boy, look, where do I start?
Without you I wouldn't have a heart
Bb
Bb
F
F
You helped raise a child,
you ain't even married,
but think about it
Gm
Gm
You raised a couple, nigga, my mistake
Bb
Bb
All these kids,
Eb
Eb
yet I felt like I'm your only one
Cm
Cm
All these boys,
you made me feel like I'm your only son
F
F
So shit, I love you pops, I say it loud
Gm
Gm
And I'd do whatever just
Bb
Bb
to make you proud
Eb
Eb
Always used to say, Charlie,
Cm
Cm
this life ain't fair
No love for my father,
cause that coward wasn't there
Bb
Bb
F
F
We only talked once, but I didn't cry
Bb
Bb
Gm
Gm
Because my anger wouldn't
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Bb
let me feel for that stranger
Eb
Eb
That nigga ain't no father,
why I call him that?
Cm
Cm
But you died, made me cry
at the thought of that
Bb
Bb
Open wealth, look,
F
F
you deserve all of that
Gm
Gm
Please ignore if the Lord try
Bb
Bb
and call you back
Eb
Eb
Cm
Cm
You all I got left
You all I got left
Bb
Bb
in this cold hard world
Gm
Gm
You all I got left,
Bb
Bb
Eb
Eb
so please don't leave
Cm
Cm
Renee, where do I start?
Without you I wouldn't have a heart
Eb
Eb
F
F
I know my mama made
you cuss a couple times
Gm
Gm
And I know you took it out on us
a couple times
Bb
Bb
Eb
Eb
Shit, a couple rough patches,
yeah, we made it through
Cm
Cm
And I finally got the right
words to say to you
Shit, I love you,
F
F
I love you with all my heart
Gm
Gm
When mom died cause of you,
I didn't fall apart
Bb
Bb
Eb
Eb
You always seen the best
Cm
Cm
when they see the worst
I'ma buy you that crib
before I leave this earth
Bb
Bb
F
F
I got you this Christmas,
Bb
Bb
at least a purse
F
F
Gm
Gm
And even though you hide
it, I can see the hurt
Bb
Bb
Eb
Eb
Just wanna say sorry for
Cm
Cm
the shit that he did
But only cowards leave,
that's what you taught the kid
F
F
And if it's real love, then you never quit
Gm
Gm
Take care of yourself,
Bb
Bb
I can't never see you sick
Eb
Eb
Cm
Cm
You all I got left
You all I got left
Bb
Bb
Gm
Gm
In this cold, world, you all I got left
Bb
Bb
Eb
Eb
So please don't leave
Cm
Cm
K, look, blood, nigga, fuck Facebook
Eb
Eb
F
F
And I'm on it till that dirt
leave my coffin down
Gm
Gm
Bb
Bb
Tryna be that uncle Kiki talk about
Eb
Eb
Tryna be that uncle, don't let me look
Cm
Cm
Like, here's a couple hundred
when she hit me up
F
F
Precious of a pair, must be hard as hell
Bb
Bb
F
F
Gm
Gm
And it's plain why our mama
probably went to jail
Bb
Bb
Eb
Eb
I know you feel guilty, nigga, let it go
Cm
Cm
Mama was a hustler tryin'
to get the dough
F
F
Street life, that's what she knew
Bb
Bb
Gm
Gm
And get that money is what
the fuck you do
Bb
Bb
Eb
Eb
Shit, I pray to God
Cm
Cm
that your soul find peace
Glad you quit the pills
Bb
Bb
F
F
Stuck with that weed, fast life, and I blood
But you must reduce the speed
Gm
Gm
Bb
Bb
I can't lose you to these streets,
Eb
Eb
Cm
Cm
you all I got left
You all I got left
F
F
Bb
Bb
in this fucked up world
Gm
Gm
You all I got left, nigga,
Bb
Bb
Eb
Eb
Cm
Cm
so please don't leave
Eb
Eb
Bb
Bb
F
F
Eb
Eb
Bb
Bb
F
F
Bb
Bb
Gm
Gm
Bb
Bb
Eb
Eb
Cm
Cm
Eb
Eb
Bb
Bb
F
F
Bb
Bb
F
F
Bb
Bb
Gm
Gm
You
Bb
Bb
Eb
Eb

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