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Intro 1
Am
C
Em
F#m
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Verse 1
Em
All
Am
my exes live in Texas
like I'm George Strait
C
Or they go to Georgia State
where tuition is handled
Em
By some random nigga
that live in Atlanta
Bm
That she only see when
she feels obligated
Em
Admitted it to me the first time we dated
G
But she was no angel and we never waited
Em
Am
I took her for sushi, she wanted to fuck
so we took it to go
told him don't even plate it
C
and we never talked so much after
I blew up just only hello her,
happy but later then
Em
I think I text her and told
her I made it
F#m
and that's when she text me
Bm
and told me she prayed it
G
and that's when I text her
and told her I love it
and right after text her
and told her I'm faded
Am
She asked, what have I learned
since getting richer
C
I learned working with the negatives
could make for better pictures
I learned
Em
Hennessy and enemies
Bm
F#
Bm
is one hell of a mixture
Em
G
even though it's fucked up, girl
I'm still fucking with you
Am
Damn, is it the fall?
Time for me to revisit the past
C
As women have called us out
Mr.
Drop this liquor involved
There's stories to tell
Em
We've been through it all
F#m
Interviews are like confessions
Em
Get the fuck up out
G
my dressing room
Am
Confusing me with questions like
Do you love this shit?
C
Are you high right now?
Do you ever get nervous?
Em
Are you single?
F#m
I heard you fuck your girl
F#
F#m
G
Is it true? You getting money?
You think them niggas
you with is with you?
Em
Am
And I say hell yeah
C
Hell yeah, hell yeah, fuckin' right,
fuckin' right, alright
Em
F#m
Bm
And we say hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah,
Em
G
Em
fuckin' right, fuckin' right, alright
Am
Em
Uh, so much for bein' optimistic
C
They say love is in the air, so I
Em
Hold my breath till my face turn purple
F#
Bm
Keep a few bad bitches in my circle
Em
My nuts hang like ain't no curfew
G
Bitch, if you wave, then I will serve you
Em
Am
I flew jet, she flew commercial
But we still met later that night
C
After my session, she came over,
I was aggressive and she was sober
Em
I gave her a pill,
she started confessin'
F#
and started undressin'
And asked me to hold her,
G
and so I did, but that was last month
And now she's textin' me,
askin' for closure
Em
Am
Damn, she say this shit gon' catch up to me,
I keep tissue paper
C
We eat each other
whenever we at the dinner table
Em
Bm
She say she hate that she love me
F#
Bm
and she wish I was average
Em
G
Shit, sometimes I wish the same,
and I wish she wasn't married
Am
Promises, I hope I never break them
C
Met a female dragon,
had a fire conversation
Em
Bm
But, interviews are
F#m
Bm
like confessions
F#m
Em
G
Get the fuck up out my bedroom
Em
Am
Confusing me with questions like
Do you love this shit?
C
Are you high right now?
Do you ever get nervous?
Em
Are you single?
F#m
I heard you fuck your girl, is it true?
F#
G
You getting money?
You think the niggas you with is with you?
Em
Am
And I say hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah
C
Fucking right, fucking right
Em
F#m
Em
G
and we say hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah, fuckin right, damn right, alright,
Em
A
Am
Em
C
right
Em
F#m
D
A
G
Am
Em
Am
C
Em
You
F#m
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