Wish List chords by Jim jones

SimplifiedEm · C · F#m · Am

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Verse 1
Em 
My  friend is losing his mind,
lost my mind, mom.
All them broken promises
on Christmas.
Christmas got me going insane, mom.
I can't front.
I used to want every gift under the book.
C 
But it just never came.
Em 
December 25th was kind
of crazy for me.
Were you from the hood?
Santa wasn't coming
down chimneys.
Stressed off the sediments
so I'm puffing like a chimney.
Only presents I got,
I start pumpin' skittnicks
Beef start to come so I had to dump a semi
But I was dreamin' of a white Christmas
And the fiends, they was fiendin'
for a white Christmas
Gettin' green off the white snippers
Since the team live life ballistic
and get twisted
F#m 
Em 
Only gift I     got was my
Am 
Em 
birth on this earth
And I'm whippin' up pots
from the first to the third
Just to get it on the block
C 
is even worse than the curse
Em 
One slip and get locked,
even worse get a
It's looking bad
Is that the proper way
to spend your holidays?
Nope
Locked down upstate a
hundred miles away
Fucked up
Golfing biz six feet where
the flowers lay
Let doves I'm trying to take trips down
to where the dolphins play
It's Christmas I'm over
F#m 
Em 
this  Christmas
Trying to grind for everything
on this wish list
I'm losing my mind over this Christmas
C 
Day after day
Em 
trying to finish off that wish list
I'm losing my mind over this Christmas
Trying to grind for everything on this wish
I'm losin' my mind over this Christmas
Day after day,
tryna finish off the wish list
Damn, they look at me like
a rapper now
Different expectations of em
If I don't get what they want,
then they thinkin' I don't love em
And I get put on the front
like I don't amount to nothin'
With three sisters, nine brothers,
it's kinda hard to cover em
Got my own wishes,
like chrome deep dishes
Or 07CL6s, but all my bitches know
C 
Come the birthdays and Christmas,
they go extra though
Em 
I need my fingers and
wrists as chilly like Eskimos
I shovel snow, whole year round
In the middle of the summer flow,
don't slow down
My nigga's hand, it hands ya I 28 gram ya
To pop, come home,
nigga gotta play Santa
F#m 
Feelin' like  grandma,
Em 
cause she ain't never give up
Brought me through them stores
and brought everything I picked up
C 
Em 
So I pick up,  till I'm chipped up
And that Glock poppin'
like it got the hiccups
I'm my mind over this Christmas,
trying to grind for everything
on this wish list
I'm losing my mind over this Christmas,
day after day
trying to finish off that wish list
I'm losing my mind over this Christmas,
trying to grind for everything
on this wish list
I'm losing my mind over this Christmas,
day after day
trying to finish off that wish list
Daddy had a habit, I was short of cabbage
Only thing I had was my word
and my automatic
C 
Constant playin', grippin' on the floor
Em 
Plus the clock tickin',
shit is leavin' the store
On the strip, who the fuck I convict next?
Baby mom screamin',
need to bro -game, dip set
Low blow, that just made shit worse
Cuz a nigga broke,
plus my feelings is hurt
Get the masks and the gloves out
We gon' do somethin' illegal, son
We gon' run up in the drug house
Money guaranteed,
C 
avoid the bang -out
Em 
Run up to the door, whip the thing out
Knock on the door, when the nigga open up
He gon' see the 4 -4, get closer up
Make a move and you dead
My daughter gotta eat,
plus a nigga need spread
So cocksuckin' with a guap at her,
boy be bustin' your head,
poppin' shots at the top
Press your arm, motherfuckin',
I came to ride
Is it robbery?
Don't turn it to a homicide
F#m 
Em 
I'm my mind over this Christmas
Trying to grind for everything
on this wishlist
C 
I'm losing my mind over this Christmas
Day after day
Em 
trying to finish up that wishlist
I'm losing my mind over this Christmas
Trying to grind for everything
on this wishlist
I'm losing my mind over this Christmas
Day after day
C 
trying to finish up that wishlist
Em 
You