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