Miscommunication: accordi di
Timbaland
Timbaland

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Tonalità: E minor
Verse 1
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Db
Bb
E
Ebm
Oh!
B
Db
Bb
E
Ebm
Two step, oh!
Verse 2
Let me talk to you, girl
Ebm
What?
B
Db
I'm in your part of town
Bb
I call your phone,
E
Ebm
and you're no where to be found
B
Db
You do this every time
Bb
E
Ebm
You be M.I.A. every single time
B
The part that kills
Verse 3
Db
me
Bb
E
You rather chill with your friend
Ebm
s instead of me, huh
Bb
B
Db
But I ain't gon' be no clown
Bb
E
I guess I call you next time
Ebm
I'm in your town
And you say to me...
B
So
Verse 4
Db
Bb
what, I was out with my friends
E
I'm a grown woman
Ebm
It's the weekend, oh
B
Db
Bb
So what if I don't answer my phone
E
What if I'm not alone
Ebm
I'm with him
B
What's it to you?
Verse 5
Db
I need to get out
Bbaug
E
You, you, you, you, you
Ebm
Are killing me; you're killing me,
you're killing me
B
And I
Db
Just wanna get out
Bbaug
E
You, you, you, you, you
Ebm
Are killing me; you're killing me,
you're...
B
Db
What ya wanna do, do, do?
Bb
Bbaug
E
Ebm
B
What ya wanna do, do, do?
Verse 6
Db
I cannot escape
Bb
Bbaug
E
No matter what I do
Ebm
B
Can't get away from you, oh
Db
Call me everyday
Bb
Bbaug
E
And that there ain't never cool
Ebm
Getting on my nerves
B
I think it's time you knew
Db
Only gave you my number 'cause
Bb
E
drinks made you cuter, plus
Ebm
B
You were looking sad and lonely, ooo
Db
But that's all it was
Bb
Just put you in the game
E
Ebm
And here you go complainin'
What's up with you?
B
I
Verse 7
Db
need to get out
Bbaug
E
You, you, you, you, you
Ebm
Are killing me; you're killing me,
you're killing me
B
And I
Db
Just wanna get out
Bbaug
E
You, you, you, you, you
Ebm
Are killing me; you're killing me,
you're...
B
Db
What ya wanna do, do, do?
Bb
Bbaug
E
Ebm
What ya wanna do, do, do?
B
Like, whoa, lil' mama,
Verse 8
Db
it's the second time I'm callin' your number
Bb
E
I ain't chasin'; I ain't even no runner
Ebm
Don't you know I push the Hummer in the summer,
huh?
B
How you hard to be reached?
Db
I can put you where you hard to be reached
Bb
E
Black sand on the balls of your feet
Ebm
You can scream,
ain't no body gon' be asleep
B
This your own private beach, ha ha
Db
And when it comes to sex
Just a little bit of love and
Bb
little bit of that
E
Ebm
Maybe push it back where your ribs is at
Share a bowl of crunch berries,
B
how real is that? ha ha
Db
I'm just jokin' of course
I'm trying to put your sex
Bb
game back on course
E
Ebm
If you feelin' dry, like you don't get moist
If you ever get a minute, holla at yo' boy

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