In Motion chords by Chuuwee

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Intro 1

Hey,

Verse 1
we're in Jersey when it's cold
Blowin' smoke,
I watch Elsa make us wish the
C 
She the coldest,
Em 
how come you don't call me on
the phone if you lonely?
Tunnel vision, all I see is scones,
leave me lone, please
Am 
Daddy wasn't rollin' stones, put him on
It's an article about me in the Vogue,
bitch, in Vogue
Bm 
Em 
Nate Dogg was explosive,
Olaf wasn't frozen
Judy was the gold, D .O. was in motion
Am 
What was the commotion?
Came down like the police,
make a ruckus, I don't fossum
Em 
Just me by  my loathsome,
just me out of lonesome
Cuss me out about my whereabouts,
cause you don't know them
I still feel unknown,
Am 
my love language is Patron
My love language is I'm grown
It's a video about me on the Forbes
D 
Em 
I'm from Florin, can she whistle like Bjork?
Did she think it's my report?
Make a mistress my consort
Am 
Paid a visit by a sport
We get tipsy by the court
Pounds flyin' by the ports
This shit solid so the lambs make
C 
Em 
it killin' and then scram
In the kitchen with a pen
Till my ticket think it's flint
No switches in the plans
I'm doin' anything I can
Am 
What's your interest in bands?
You iffy as flim flam,
move suspicious on my gram
Be too conspicuous with my friends,
Bm 
f**k
Em 
Martin got with Gina for her
soul and not her goals
Give a f**k about who
comment on your post,
you get ghosted
Am 
Somewhere in the foreign whip,
I'm roasted, I'm toasted
A marshmallow when she
Em 
had control over my zone
I went unaffected by the sticks
and stones being thrown
Give a f**k about who like me
Am 
and who don't, b**ch, I'm grown
But I'm still like high key
having trouble with
Random n****s making
up stories or
Em 
Havin' like, sly, random bullshit to say
about me through hearsay,
Am 
I'm tryin' my best to work on that shit though,
I promise you
Wear a jersey when it's cold,
blowin' smoke
I watch Elsa make her switches,
we'd explode
C 
Em 
She the coldest,
how come you don't call me on the phone
If you lonely, tunnel vision,
all I see is scones
Leave me alone, please,
Am 
daddy wasn't rollin' stones
Put him on, it's a article
about it in the Vogue
Bm 
Bitch in Vogue,
Em 
Nate Dogg was explosive
Olaf wasn't frozen, shoe, he was a goat
Am 
D .O. was in motion