Tonalità: Db major
Intro 1
F
Eb
F
Bb
Eb
F
Eb
Verse 1
F
Party over here,
Bb
Eb
F
fuck you
Bb
Eb
F
Eb
over there [x8] And there she blows, slip into the bathroom
Lock the door, sniffing like a vacuum
F
Eb
And I know that it ain't
nobodies business
But last time she was in
there for twenty minutes
F
Eb
Her roommate Ruth sit
ting at that booth
Sucking on that wine like she's
gonna find the truth
F
Bb
Eb
Just wait 'till her lips turn blood red
She'll fall in love with whoever, 'nuff said
F
And that's Johnson
Bb
Eb
He's always on some agro frat
bro gangsta stompin'
F
Eb
Acts like he's the only white
boy from Compton
If real G's show up, the attitude is gone
F
Bb
Jill forgot that they agreed no coke
Eb
Cause Jacks on the couch passed
out with his mouth open
F
Eb
Led Zepplin, Stairway To Heaven
Stay in step cause anyone
can have a weapon
F
Bb
Eb
Just like Chad, real white trash
Short fuse quick to put
his foot up your ass
Heads up, that's his wife Rebecca
And I advise you to try not to smile at her
F
Eb
And lets all have deep conversation
Alcohol and dialogue, perfect combination
F
Bb
Eb
Throw in a cokehead or a
pothead
Just can't stop them thought
F
provoking topics
Bb
Eb
Look somebody puked in the fridge
Ain't that great, it's where the beer lives
F
The music's too loud
Eb
to hear the fire alarm
And I'ma set a fire if you don't
change the song
Verse 2
C'mon
Eb
Nothing but love
Yeah there was a party,
many people came through
Standing on the wall,
cause that's what I do
Small- talk shot dialogue push snooze
Defense mechon cause I got a lotta
shoes (issues)
The moment got stolen by a lady in red
With a campaign slogan about
the straight edge
But her sentence is broken
Her focus a fraction
The ash on her Camels at
an inch and a half
And her voice starts to crack
And her head starts to twitch
And Ant looks at me like,
"What's up with this bitch?"
I can tell by the stains and
the way she complains
That pills ain't to blame and
it ain't cocaine
F
Eb
She's had too, too, too much coffee
F
Verse 3
Nate must have drank a
Bb
Eb
lot of Black Label
Tryin' to play the
Rottwieler under the table
F
Now light another cigarette
Bb
Eb
off of the stove
Both ya'll drunk,
which one of ya'll drove?
F
Bb
Eb
These people need to stay off the sauce
I'm shocked that the neighbors
ain't called the cops
F
The music, the drunk,
Bb
Eb
the fights out front
And half of these kids ain't even
near twenty one
Who's party is this,
who's home is this?
How'd I get here man, I do grownup shit
F
Let me know when your
Bb
Eb
games are all done
Cause I can't fuck with these games
F
Bb
Eb
you call fun
Verse 4
F
Eb
F
Have fun [x11]
Bb
Eb
Party over here,
Verse 5
F
Eb
F
Bb
Eb
fuck you over there [x8]
F
Bb
Eb
Ti è piaciuto il brano?
AccordatoreE A D G B E
AccordiF Eb Bb
Altri brani di Atmosphere
Scopri altri brani e i relativi accordi
Brani correlati
Scopri altri brani e i relativi accordi
4.8
Accordi popolari a livello globale
Accordi e tablature più suonati dagli utenti
Aggiunti di recente
Accordi e tablature aggiunti di recente