SWEET chords by Brockhampton

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Verse 1
Am 
Stripped down to
my skin and my bones
F 
I love huskies but I feel like
Am 
a wolf (howl!)
C 
In a pack but I feel all alone
F 
I'm scatterbrained, man
Better offer the clone
Am 
C 
In Tejas apartments with racist
Am 
(chronic) doin' weird shit
F 
Like, this'll make your
Am 
biopic (haha)
Rile 'em up, hit Zaxby's get
C 
Am 
the wing tings (yum)
Real quick bills still stacking to the
ceiling (uh-oh)
C 
Whatchu mean, it ain't working?
Am 
F 
(what?)
Whatchu mean, you ain't finding yourself?
Am 
(oh, I am, I'm trying)
C 
Whatchu mean, you ain't got no cash? (I got
Am 
F 
a little bit)
Whatchu mean? Whatchu mean?
Am 
Shouldn't your pockets be big just like a
C 
F 
fat chick? (uh-huh)
Shouldn't your mama be done paying the
house off? (I guess)
Am 
Shouldn't you have a real big ass
F 
ego? (no)
Em 
Shouldn't these girls be flockin' just
F 
Am 
like seagulls? (e  h)

Verse 2
C 
Twistin' me up like licorice
F 
Em 
F 
Think I need someone who can handle it
Am 
C 
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
F 
I  don't need nobody
Am 
tryna give me shit
C 
Twistin' me up like licorice
F 
Think I need someone who can handle it
Am 
C 
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna
Am 
give me shit

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Verse 3
Am 
The original lick-splickety,
C 
higher than Yosemite
F 
Breaking the mold mentally,
master with no limiting
Am 
Mak ing 'em say "Ugh!",
C 
they worshiping our force viciously
F 
Watching the floor tip in your
Am 
temple of authenticity
Often they say I'm off it, I offer
my crossed empathy
F 
They forgot what we on,
I'll remind 'em with hostility
Am 
C 
Hot-diggity damn, damn,
everyone running scams
Am 
Gotta cover your clams and take
another glance
C 
Running a clinic, no scans,
Am 
ain't no one claimin' yo mans
F 
It's all pertaining to plan,
call me the architect
Am 
B 
C 
Lap you in a UFO, I haven't started yet
B 
Still gotta figure out exactly
Em 
where to park it at
F 
Am 
Moses with the pen,
B 
C 
F 
each line an ocean I can part it at

Interlude 1

But that's too deep

Verse 4
Am 
C 
Don't call me stupid,
F 
Em 
that ain't the way my name pronounced
Am 
C 
Don't call me Cupid,
F 
Am 
I got too many hoes right now
C 
Poolside in Houston
F 
Tryna see if Beyoncé will
take me for adoption
Am 
F 
C 
Broke ass rich, suburbs
F 
Em 
A civilian shot in 3rd Ward,
Am 
we just by the fountain
C 
F 
This is Merlyn Wood, man
Everywhere I go is the Woodlands
Am 
C 
I need a Honey Butter,
F 
Am 
vodka in a Sprite can
C 
F 
When I'm in the Whataburger, all the
Am 
kids know who I am
C 
I need a Honey Butter,
Em 
Am 
puttin' lean in my Sprite can

Verse 5
C 
Twistin' me up like licorice
F 
Think I need someone who can handle it
Am 
C 
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
F 
I  don't need nobody
Am 
tryna give me shit
C 
Twistin' me up like licorice
F 
Think I need someone who can handle it
Am 
C 
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
Em 
Am 
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit

Verse 6
C 
I got a record but I'm clean as they come
F 
I'm Godzilla,
Em 
when they see me they run
F 
C 
On 37th, used to run from the Bloods
F 
The undercovers gotta
duck when they come
Am 
C 
I moved out and in a couple of months
F 
I'ma be a pop star, they call me a thug
Am 
F 
I used to write raps on
Am 
the back of the bus
Now I'm in the front seat
shifting the gears

Verse 7
Am 
C 
It's funny how things can change
F 
Three hundred dollars to my name,
led to Hollywood
Am 
C 
I was living off Ramen and change
F 
Five hundred dollars on these dinners,
Am 
never have to pay
Growing up my teachers told me
F 
"You better get them grades up,
If you wanna finish high school"
Am 
"And after high school,
you better get a degree
F 
Am 
"'Cause it's a dog-eat-dog world, world, world,
you could live in the street"
C 
Flashback, I had my Walkman in
F 
the minivan
Listening to NSYNC, saw my
name on the CD
Bleach blond tips,
C 
F 
wanted to be JT
Wanted to do big things,
had to fulfill a dream
Am 
C 
One might say I was doomed
from the get-go
F 
But But those same people assume,
'cause they'll never know
Am 
What it's like to be called
to what's not set in stone
F 
C 
I am one with the ebb and flow,

Verse 8
that's all I know
Am 
C 
Twistin' me up like licorice
F 
Think I need someone who can handle it
Am 
C 
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
F 
I  don't need nobody
Am 
tryna give me shit
C 
Twistin' me up like licorice
F 
Think I need someone who can handle it
Am 
C 
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna
F 
give me shit

Verse 9
C 
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone
F 
who can handle it
C 
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna
F 
give me shit
C 
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone
F 
who can handle it
C 
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit