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