Meltdown accords par
Travis Scott
Travis Scott

N/A19 vues
Tonalité : G minor
Verse 1
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Fm
Yeah
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Tensions is definitely rising
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Fm
T'd up right now
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T time, T time
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Cm
Fm
Fm
T time, T time, T time
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Teatime like I got a cup of this shit
Verse 2
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Fm
Tee time like golf at a quarter to six
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I love to fuck on a regular bitch
Famous hoes lame
but they stay on my dick
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Fm
Heard your new joint,
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Cm
it's embarrassing, shit
You talk to the cops on some therapist shit
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Fm
Cm
Cm
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You act like you love this American shit
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Cm
But really the truth is you scared
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Fm
of the 6
Cm
Cm
Yeah, you're scared of the 6
Fm
Fm
Yeah, you're scared of the 6
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Cm
Your bodyguard put in some
work on the fluke
Now you wanna go and inherit the shit
Fm
Fm
Cm
Cm
Don't talk to the boy 'bout
comparisons, shit
Or come to the boy on some arrogant shit
Fm
Fm
Cm
Cm
The weapons we got
are some terrorist shit
Fm
Fm
Like TV producers we, grr
Cm
Cm
We airing this shit
She askin' for bread for her parents and shit
Fm
Fm
Cm
Cm
I told her, "I don't got no cash"
And she said she gon' wait on a rack,
on some Arabic shit
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I pull out a million and stare at the shit
Cm
Cm
My dick just got hard
'cause a wire just hit
My schedule's out,
come spin us, for real
Man, fuck all that spinnin'
the narrative shit
Fm
Fm
I melt down the chains that I
bought from your boss
Give a fuck about all of that heritage shit
Since V not around,
the members done hung up the Louis
Cm
Cm
They not even wearin' that shit
Fm
Fm
Don't come to the boy 'bout
repairing some shit
Don't come to the boy
about sparing some shit
You lucky that Vogue was suing
'Cause I would've been with the
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Gm
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Bbm
Bbm
Ab
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Cm
Cm
Fm
Fm
Wassas in Paris and shit
Verse 3
Fm
Fm
Is you fuckin' crazy? Is
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you fuckin' crazy?
Gm
Gm
Cm
Cm
Fm
Fm
And they scared of the seven
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Cm
(seven)
After one- three then we turn
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Fm
up eleven (yeah)
Keep this shit open like
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7- Eleven (it's lit)
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Fm
We at the house, I got seven in heaven
They think I'm satanic,
I keep me a reverend
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Cm
Lil' shawty a therapist, poppin' her shit
She ushered my way then she
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started confessing
Cm
Cm
I know what's at stake, I'm screamin',
"Free Jeffrey"
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Fm
Connect collect calls right off of the celly
Cm
Cm
Gave her the blues,
not talkin' 'bout Belly
Fm
Fm
Don't keep it sincere, I go Makaveli
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Cm
I got the juice,
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Fm
now it's heavy (juice)
Cm
Cm
Always on T time,
Fm
Fm
Cm
Cm
Fm
Fm
been ready (T, ah), yeah
Is you fucking crazy? Is you f- (yeah, stoned,
let's go)
Wrappin' the cheese, wrap around me 'cause I've
Cm
Cm
got property (wrap, cheese, wrap)
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Fm
Fm
Chocolate AP and chocolate the Vs (Vs), got
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the Willy Wonkafactory (Vs)
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Db
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Fm
Fm
Burn a athlete like it's calories, find another flame hot as me,
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bitch
Interlude 1
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Gm
Bbm
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Fm
Fm
Cm
Cm
Fm
Fm
Gm
Gm
Verse 4
Gm
Gm
(Ooh) Yeah,
is you fucking crazy? (Uh)
Is you fucking crazy? (What?)
Is you fucking crazy?
(Nah, nah)
Is you fucking crazy? Uh
Eb
Eb
Gm
Gm
Is you fucking crazy? (Nah)
Is you f- , is you f-
Is you fucking crazy?
Eb
Eb
Cm
Cm
I met these Texas boys and
Verse 5
Am
Am
Cm
Cm
ran it up a couple,
Gm
Gm
maybe (couple, maybe)
Cm
Cm
Swanging in the pickup truck, baby,
Gm
Gm
fuck Mercedes (fuck Mercedes)
Cm
Cm
I'll fuck a nigga bitch but she can't have
Dm
Dm
Gm
Gm
the baby (have the baby)
I'll shoot your ass in Walmart like
I'm DaBaby (in Walmart)
The boy going Lionel Messi,
I go Tom Brady (woo)
Used to wear the bust down back
in my old days (woo)
Now I let the chains hang,
you gotta tuck yours maybe (tuck it, tuck it)
Cm
Cm
Niggas talkin' Scarface,
Dm
Dm
Gm
Gm
I'm that in real life
Cm
Cm
Is you fucking crazy or what? Is you fucking
crazy? (Fuckin' crazy)
Gm
Gm
Man, the club ain't been the same since we
lost Mercedes (straight up)
Man, the clique ain't been the same since
they lost the greatest (nah, nah, nah)
We outside with the army,
so you need the- , uh
Them boys rollin' all brown like
they whippin' gravy
Make a circus outside like it's
Barnum's Bailey (it's lit)
Blicky hanging on my side,
it's like it's really banging (blicky, blicky, blicky)
She move her panties to the side,
she want it raw when faded (huh, huh, huh, huh)
Verse 6
Gm
Gm
Is you fucking crazy?
Is you fucking crazy?
Is you fucking crazy or what?
Is you fucking crazy? Uh
Is you fucking crazy or what?
Cm
Cm
Gm
Gm
Is you f- , is you fuckin'-
Outro 1
Is you fucking crazy?
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