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