Tonalité : Gb major
Verse 1
Bb
F
Cm
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Bb
Gm
Baby, you can quit callin' my
phone (phone)
Bb
Ain't no more lovin' back home
(home)
F
Leave a fuckin' message at the dial
Adim
Cm
tone (tone)
Yeah, yeah
Verse 2
Gm
I swear I don't feel hate (feel)
Bb
It can get real here (real)
Bein' trapped in your own
Am
F
head (yeah)
Cm
Bein' trapped in your own head
Gm
(I'm trapped in my head)
Verse 3
Bb
I just flew two bitches in from over
seas (oh)
They both from Portugal,
Am
they both Portuguese (oh)
Cm
Told her behold the presence of a king
She gon' bow down and get
right on her knees
Gm
Got a brick on my neck and
my wrist a quarter key
Bb
We aimin' above the neck,
F
you best move accordingly (bah)
Am
We got this shit on lock, baby,
Cm
like quarantine
Hold up, wait,
Gm
I'm just chillin' with your main bitch, yeah
I know that I'm the G.O.A.T.
Bb
and I'm the greatest, yeah
I don't gotta brag,
Am
don't gotta say shit, yeah
I know I look sad up in a spaceship,
Cm
yeah
That's because my mind,
Gm
it be racin', yeah
Verse 4
Bb
That's because my mind, it be racin',
yeah
That's because my mind,
F
it be racin', yeah
Am
That's because my mind,
F
Cm
it be racin', yeah
That's because my mind,
Verse 5
it be racin', yeah
Gm
Africa bungee jumpin' off of a thin rope,
uh
Bb
You can be my girl, but in public,
it's kinfolk
Am
Can't get in my feelings 'bout shit
and that's how it go
Cm
Half a million,
upgrade your closet from Kenneth Cole
Gm
Keep it real,
I wanna have some sex on a boat
Bb
Pushin' it inside you until you say,
Am
"ayo"
Ever since I called you my girl, you've
been rock- and- roll
Cm
It's Pateks and Plain Jane
AP's and Rose Gold
Gm
She say, "I can't wait to leave
here with you if you die"
Bb
I don't wanna be
nowhere near when you cry
Am
Keep it real, I bought you a ring last night
Cm
But I don't want you thinkin'
that you are the wife
Gm
I'm not here to cap, here the key,
baby high, high
Bb
Throw away your car, got a new one to ride,
ride
F
Know when I'm with you she
can't even get high, high
Cm
And if I'm not with you,
I can't get a high, high
Verse 6
Gm
Baby, you can quit callin' my phone
Bb
Ain't no more lovin' back home
F
Leave a fuckin' mes
sage at the dial tone
Cm
Yeah, yeah
Verse 7
Cm
Gm
I swear I don't feel hate (feel)
Bb
It can get real here (real)
F
Bein' trapped in your own head
(yeah)
Cm
Bein' trapped in your own head (I'm trapped in
Outro 1
my head)
Gm
Bb
F
Adim
Cm
Gm
Bb
F
Cm
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