Key: A minor•
Verse 1
Am
Dm
Yeah,
with nothing but a green light
Blame it on the three -knife benders
Am
Em
The pop -pop's out in the re -light
Dm
Am
Blame it on broads and bullsports
We them east side princes,
no prince left at the scene
We split the cash back at the pad
Well, I was two -timing on
Dm
Am
You were two -timing,
hiding behind your fantasies
And even though we burned
a candle at the twin inn
Em
Am
Em
Still made time to put the flame to wax,
I did photography at uni,
I done hit him with everything we got, man
and get back to Venice
with his years back
Where's your ittens at,
Jimmy, give me raw shit
Em
Leave in a minute, back another broad shit
Dm
All summer, long summer, not the cord shit
C
Am
All aboard, we'll be gone
in a matter of minutes
And isn't it funny
that we ain't even in it for money
Em
Am
Still we get paid off the shit that we coin
Dm
Roll a J, baby, that's the joint, the return
You were swirling us together,
now I'm better
You was at the crime scene
screaming, I ain't do it
But the two swirling us together,
now I'm better
You look at the crime scenes,
dreamin' of our age
Everybody's moved,
the whole place surrounded
but we got our hands up
Sometimes the road don't rise to meet us
no prints of the scene
One day it'll be back
Em
Am
Like crooks in crime scenes
Dm
Am
Em
Am
Em
D
Em
Am
They said, where you been, Luke?
When you comin' with the sophomore?
we dug up a we -want -more
it for the long haul
C
Am
Truth is, we blow a hole, bud,
blow it out, then once more
Em
Am
Blowin' on some blow
fuck y 'all lords
back like a encore
Clap, clap, applaud,
and we your com -pares
we on air
C
A gentleman,
Still keep a healthy distrust for the lords
enough's never enough
Dm
Am
See, I trust politicians bout
as much as I trust myself
C
Am
With a brunette who doesn't give a fuck
As much as I trust my man
Jimmy with some paint
Diddy with a break
fitted for a cape
We back for the riders, the flatliners
C
Am
messiahs lied to duck
But get up! swirl letters together,
now I'm better
screamin', I ain't do it
now I'm better
screamin', I ain't do
Everybody move,
the whole place surrounded
but we got our hands up
C
Am
we shatter down, all cities stand up
Sometimes the road don't
rise to meet us,
no prints of the scene
Like what? Like crooks and
crime scenes
Dm
C
the super guilty and charged boss
Dm
Am
Exile, 2010 we back
Dm
Am
or better yet, like whoops a crime scene,
Dm
Am
D .I .G.
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsAm Dm Em C D
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