Tonalità: E minor•
Verse 1
F#m
Y'all might want to skip this one,
Harsh truth
F#m
Very harsh truth
Em
Look
Verse 2
F#m
To all the ladies wonderin' why
Drake can't rap like that same
old guy
Em
It's 'cause I don't know
how anymore
F#m
I don't know how, yeah
Em
I've had my beliefs tested,
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my faith broken in half
I try to joke and I laugh
Em
But I just don't know how anymore,
love
F#m
I don't know how, yeah
Verse 3
Em
To all the super triggered women
talkin' down on me
F#m
Relax, drink some water,
act like you somebody daughter
Em
Can't get a tan from
your phone light
F#m
Baby, it's late June, open the blinds,
get out The Shade Room
Em
Maybe you could stop gettin' involved
F#m
in some shit when you not involved
Or maybe you go for a walk
Em
somewhere that is not a mall
F#m
What's your baby's shoe size? Could tell by the laces,
they tight
Or are you only focused on the steps
Em
that I'm tak ing in life
And then you got the ones who claim a guy
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that's everyone's nigga
Leave for a month to Colombia
Em
and now everything bigger
Even your attitude is bigger,
F#m
your ap petite growing
Em
Your nigga is not even a starting QB
That nigga on the field before the game,
F#m
he just practicin' throwing
What happened to sellin' real estate? Where all
Em
that shit was goin'?
All your fuckin' captions lately
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talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'
All of that snappin' and posin'
Em
Whole time, he jealous of your past,
who the fuck was your last?
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Askin' questions 'bout niggas,
Em
and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him
F#m
Domestic abuse, that man is not a man for
you, he's a pathetic excuse
Em
Lyin' through your teeth,
scared of lettin' your skeletons loose
F#m
But you stick around,
'cause who's out there that's better for you?
Em
Plus he paid the surgeon so your
ass could get a caboose
F#m
But he wants you covering it up,
so your dresses is loose
Em
Plus it's the only thing they see
when you get introduced
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Now you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced,
Em
good Lord
More weeks of recovery clinics,
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front like you love every minute
You gettin' pushed to the brink,
Em
you sittin' at double your limit
Meanwhile, that nigga out in my
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city fuckin' on bitches
If they even mention me and showin'
Em
me love, then it's finished
F#m
Jealous- ass niggas
Em
Damn
Then you got the ones that travel
'cross the globe
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Everything is paid,
they don't need a man
Em
Don't listen to Drake,
never been a fan
F#m
You got a million hoes, yeah,
I understand
Em
I'm never fuckin' you,
so take that out your plans
F#m
I'm good on all you niggas 'til
a ring is on my hand
Em
Then I search your name,
find you on the 'Gram
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Click the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on cam,
Em
what the fuck?
Verse 4
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Oh, hell no
It can't be
Em
Not Mrs. Independent, dude
F#m
Nah
Verse 5
F#m
To all the ladies wonderin' why
Drake can't rap like that same
old guy
Em
It's 'cause I don't know
how anymore
F#m
I don't know how, yeah
Em
I've had my beliefs tested,
F#m
my faith broken in half
I try to joke and I laugh
Em
But I just don't know how anymore, love
F#m
I just don't know how, yeah
Verse 6
Em
To all the ladies on my case
with a look on they face
F#m
Allow me to put these bums
right back in they place
Em
For all the niggas who act twelve
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The fake gangsters with a MAC- 12
The ones that only hit your phone up
Em
when it's past twelve
Baddies not the only ones worried
F#m
'bout strikin' a pose
You orderin' one bottle to split
Em
between five of the bros
All your boos think it's Halloween
F#m
and they went ghost
That's when you go Miami on
Em
the 'Gram and you rent boats
And now they thinkin' you sweet
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with the bread like French toast
You boys becomin' detectives,
Em
but ain't in no trench coats
I would never guess that
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you niggas is this crazy
She took dick in Ibiza, you turn
Em
into Dick Tracy
You niggas so jaded
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Actin' Hulk tough, but you only turn green
Em
because your necklace is gold- plated
She settled for an NBA star
F#m
that's through playin'
Instead, she got an NBA fan
Em
that's 2K- in'
She lookin' for high ground,
F#m
hate bein' tied down
She loved you for the first year,
Em
but those feelings died down
She livin' in downtown,
F#m
you live with your par ents still
You don't own a steering wheel,
Em
so you can't even drive down
You downloaded the My Mercedes
F#m
app for some time now
To track when she ride 'round
Em
You know where she goin' before she there,
it raise eyebrows
F#m
You hackin' her iCloud, you committing
cyber crimes
Em
You niggas is out of line
She's finally movin' on,
F#m
she's only said it a thou sand times
You sold her a dream,
Em
talkin' that give you the world shit
Her friends wanna get her back on
F#m
that diamonds and pearl shit
I mean, it was girls there,
Em
but it wasn't a girls trip
She met a guy
F#m
She met a guy that ain't just gettin' by,
a better guy
She 'bout to spread her wing
Em
s and you just gotta let her fly
F#m
You know you can't control a Gemini,
that's facts
Em
She like, "Shh, quiet, everybody,
the game started
F#m
My new boo hoopin' tonight and he
said he play at the Garden
Em
He said if I ain't watching,
then that nigga ain't startin'"
F#m
She point to the guy that she talkin'
'bout and it's James Harden
Verse 7
F#m
Lost your, lost your girl to The Sniper,
huh?
Em
13, good God
F#m
I feel for you, bro
Verse 8
Look
Em
So, to all the ladies wonderin' why
F#m
Drake can't rap like that same
old guy
Em
It's 'cause I don't know
how anymore
F#m
I don't know how, yeah
Em
I've had my beliefs tested,
F#m
my faith broken in half
I try to joke and I laugh
Em
But I just don't know how anymore, love
F#m
I don't know how
Em
That's real
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