Kunci: F minor
Verse 1
Em
Am
F
Am
Em
Am
Walk around like I'm the shit
F
Am
Em
Am
I think it's a force of habit
G
Em
G
Em
All I think about is checks
F
Em
I think that it's a force of habit
Am
This as good as it's gon' get
F
Am
Em
I waste no time
Am
When I'm fuckin' on yo' bitch
F
Am
Em
I take my time
Am
Don't make me do this again
F
C
I want to but can't make my
Verse 2
Am
Everybody way too dramatic, uh
Em
I live life in a comedy, uh
Laugh my way to the bank, ha- ha
Am
Em
Broke as a joke it's alright with me, uh
G
mood ring watch my fuckin' mood change
Bm
Em
F
I don't care what dude say
C
Em
He speaks with no bass all treble
Am
Get mixed up, yeah, never on my level
F
Am
Mixed bitch tits straight
Put a nigga in the dirt like
F
Am
Em
Tsk tsk tsk, yeah nig ga know better
That's 'cause I know myself
Am
You in my shadow like you in stealth
Em
You are my son got a brand new belt,
yeah
C
Whoop a nigga ass for my goddamn health,
uh
Em
Verse 3
Am
F
Am
Em
Am
Walk around like I'm the shit
F
Am
Em
Am
I think it's a force of habit
Bm
Em
All I think about is checks
C
F
Em
I think that it's a force of habit
Am
This as good as it's gon' get
F
Am
Em
I waste no time
Am
When I'm fuckin' on yo' bitch
F
Em
I take my time
Am
Don't make me do this again
F
Am
Em
Why waste your time?
Bm
Em
F
C
I want to but can't make
F
my make- make- make- make
Verse 4
I don't got a condom"
A
she pulled out her little stripper bag
D
'Cause stripper, they got bags
Em
Where they put all they fuckin'
Em
So she moved all her money
out the way, she like
Boom at the very bottom
Like the very, very bottom,
Em
And then she, yeah, she-
Em
I nutted in like two songs, ain't give a- , ayy
Verse 5
D
Keep trying, keep trying 'til we run
Em
B
Em
out of time
D
Em
B
Keep trying, keep trying 'til
Em
B
we run out of time
Verse 6
Em
Man I thought I told ya, Paris
Texas soldiers
A
Want everything the light touches,
we need that exposure
Em
go 'head clean them lenses
B
We still gonna show up despite
what they told us
Em
Realize y'all take it everywhere,
But the maximum
soon as I heard that y'all broke up
Em
but it don't want no closure
B
Who am I to judge her past?
Em
Plus she said it was over
Spit hotter than the solar,
You niggas some cobras,
D
these world turned me cold, bruh
I should live in tundras,
Em
I want my neck froze up
Sick of y'all wait, uh, uh,
Reaping what you sew
stitch 'em like some raw cut
Bm
B
see I had stayed alone then I had lost my hope
Then I found something,
Em
no it found me on its own
Now when I go to shows,
A
man sawed- off to the nose
Or land mine to the face,
D
choose how your mind is blown
Em
Me and Louie fucking go, uh
Your season is over,
Em
Got yo' jersey hung up
Your season is over,
Your season is over,
your season is over
D
Em
Your season is over, ayy
Outro 1
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Em
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