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