Kunci: F# minor
Intro 1
Bb
Am
Dm
Bb
Dm
F
Dm
Am
Verse 1
F
Am
F
all the
Am
who struggling through the hardship
Dm
and punishment from the heart for the love of it,
that's motivated by all their partners
who stuck with them
Am
an d help her pick it up again
Dm
when they would think it's bucketed
Bb
It's been inspired by all the
and all the fatherless troubles
F
and broken bosses that fall off them
Dm
C
It's for the hustlers scabbing off
of the government wan
Dm
Am
dering in the street
Dm
playing cricket with the rubber spin
Bb
It's for the lonely nerd rolling herb
Am
on his broken turntable
that he makes his beats on
and no one's heard
Dm
Bb
It's for the bony bird spinning spoken word blowing
Am
through on phony fur rocking headphones
C
Dm
that only work in one side
Bb
for that unsigned drunk guy
C
who never let the funk die
F
Dm
working like he's done by
F
Bb
Hard, it's for the sheila with the bong eye
Am
and too much pride to let
Dm
her son see his mom cry
Bb
Dm
Real, it's for the has -beens
that had dreams,
Am
the fuck -ups and crack fiends,
the drop -outs and drag queens
Bb
Dm
It's for the lost kid pic,
the first picked on,
A
Am
the one they laugh at,
the opposite from a sitcom
Am
the lipstick black chick
that no one ever sat with
Dm
Dirt broke brat kid that really
Dm
Am
rat back scabby
and noodles out the packet
Dm
It's dedicated to the skater
Taggers cutting locks,
Dm
Bb
Fuck the cops and the rugby jogs
A
Fuck my boss and the goody -goody
Bb
For the fellas that I set up in detention
Am
A
Within anyone that's ever
on the attendance list
Dm
Bb
It's for every kid that ever saw
F
the vending in every piss
Am
Poor bum living on a benefit
Am
This one goes out to you
Bb
Dm
Am
C
This one goes out
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
This one goes out, this one goes out,
C
Dm
F
Dm
to you
Am
F
Dm
Am
Gm
C
Dm
Am
Dm
Bb
Am
C
Dm
This for the open arms,
the prisoners holding bars
A
Watching life rolling past,
Am
C
fostering the stolen cars
Dm
For fiends trying to find a fix
for their broken hearts
Am
A
Rolling grass while they watch
F
Dm
Choke their charms,
for the stoneless lives
Bb
Am
A
That we shared over nights
Full blast on my arms,
C
F
sitting in my bro's garage
Dm
C
Going halves on the cars,
making moments last
Dm
A
Wishing we could hold the past
Am
F
frozen like it's golden stars
Dm
Bb
For the days gone,
the days may fawn
Am
The cardboard we break down
with blue Puma slates on
Am
The same one I chewed up
F
when I had the highest score
C
Am
On the new Street Fighter
Dm
C
with the double fireball
Am
F
It's for the change that I spend
And the pocket money
Am
that I used to buy the sauce
Bb
Dm
It's for the rap fanatics,
Racket stacks of classic racks
Dm
Backpackers on the train tracks
tagging backwards
A
From the back of mathematics
Am
Dm
to the back of paddy wagons
This for when I wrapped the
Am
And when I first heard
Dm
F
Dm
That magic I felt when I sat in my bomb
Dm
This for back then the backseat
dirt I did
Am
Permanent scars I left on
Dm
For the bridge burning
Bb
with the first curb I lit
Dm
F
I turned to the best verse I spit
Dm
Bb
For the world turning as we all
turn to shit
Am
Predetermined,
no returner to it, no alternative
Bb
killin' time like murderers
Dm
peace to the soulmates
I'm servin' with
Because
Am
This is dedicated to you
From a secret to
Dm
Am
This is dedicated to you
C
Dm
From a secret to you
Am
This is dedicated to you
Bb
Am
This is dedicated to you
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
This one's for those out there
Dm
Am
Dm
F
Am
who think it's up you
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Outro 1
You
Am
Dm
Bagaimana pendapat Anda tentang lagu ini?
PenyetemE A D G B E
AkorBb Am Dm F C...
Lebih banyak lagu dari Home Brew Crew
Temukan akor untuk lebih banyak lagu yang bisa dimainkan
Lagu terkait
Temukan akor untuk lebih banyak lagu yang bisa dimainkan
4.8
Akor populer di seluruh dunia
Akor & tab yang paling sering dimainkan oleh pengguna