This song is from the album The Lost Boy(2019), released on 26 July 2019.
Scale: C Major Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 78 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Cm Cm Uh, yeah Cm Daytrip took it to ten (Hey) www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Cm I was broke as fuck‚ down up on my ass‚ had the lowest luck Cm Used to ride the bike up to the store‚ I need a Rover truck Cm A Bentley coupe, yeah, I'm wearin' Prada‚ I like Fendi too Cm Grandma passed, had a heart attack, only 62 Cm My cousin shot‚ got me paranoid, who to trust or not Cm Gave my brother 25 years, that really sucked a lot Cm Post-traumatic stress is building up, you niggas so dramatic Cm Fuck these other niggas, I'm the illest, I'm the coldest at it (Yeah, uh) [VERSE 1] Cm Let me take you niggas back to a much simpler time Cm Picture yourself inside a vehicle, a ship in my mind Cm You'll see some childhood memories mixed with the cells of a don Cm You'll see the doctor smack my ass when I first fell out my mom Cm A Magic School Bus adventure trip inside my cerebral Cm Back when I told niggas I'll make it, swear they didn't believe him Cm Flashback to Brasstracks and we was playin' "No Problems" Cm We was crankin' all the classics from the spring to the autumn Cm And I said motherfuck, need a bad bitch with a tummy tuck Cm How I make a million from a dollar? It was dummy luck Cm Need a new Lam', no sedan, fuck a Hummer truck Cm I'm aiming for the top, I'm steady climbing, fuck a runner-up www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Cm I was broke as fuck, down up on my ass, had the lowest luck Cm Used to ride the bike up to the store, I need a Rover truck Cm A Bentley coupe, yeah, I'm wearin' Prada, I like Fendi too Cm Grandma passed, had a heart attack, only 62 Cm My cousin shot, got me paranoid, who to trust or not Cm Gave my brother 25 years, that really sucked a lot Cm Post-traumatic stress is building up, you niggas so dramatic Cm Fuck these other niggas, I'm the illest, I'm the coldest at it, ayy Cm Uh-huh Cm (Hey) Cm Yeah Cm Woo Cm Uh, yeah, uh [VERSE 2] Cm Mom and dad never had a damn thing, damn shame Cm Now I'm poppin' champagne on a private jet, fuck an airplane Cm Order Bossa Nova, eating plantains Cm Presidential Rollie, fuck a campaign Cm Impeach, nigga, ten deep, nigga Cm Remember days we was wearin' J's Cm And a gold chain, only had three figures Cm So fortunate, proportionate Cm Lost Boy, nigga, no coordinates Cm Remember Christmas? We was giftless Cm Three foot tree, no ornaments Cm Pull my dick out, hoes swarmin' it Cm Flow cold, nigga, no warmin' it Cm Mama couldn't afford AAU Cm So we couldn't hoop, nigga, no tournaments Cm I remember days sippin' lemonade Cm Ice cream truck gettin' plenty paid Cm Candy lady had Jolly Ranchers Cm I don't really have a lot of answers Cm I'm just searching for the same shit Cm Same niggas that I came with Cm Premonitions over reminiscing Cm Lam' truck how I lane switch (Ah)
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