Flowers: accordi di
Glasses Malone
Glasses Malone

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