This song is from the album Music To Be Murdered By – Side B(2020), released on 18 December 2020. The vocals are by Eminem , Ty Dolla $Ign , the music is produced by IllaDaProducer, Blacknailz, MjNichols, Ty Dolla $ign , Eminem, and the lyrics are written by Eminem, MjNichols , Blacknailz ,.
It is originally in the key of F# Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 85 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
It is originally in the key of F# Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 85 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Vocals: Eminem , Ty Dolla $Ign ,
Producer: Eminem, MjNichols , Blacknailz ,
Writer: IllaDaProducer, Blacknailz, MjNichols, Ty Dolla $ign , Eminem,
Producer: Eminem, MjNichols , Blacknailz ,
Writer: IllaDaProducer, Blacknailz, MjNichols, Ty Dolla $ign , Eminem,
Original Key: F# Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 85 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] F#m Nah, for real, you know what I'm sayin'? Like F#m Like music's my first love, right? F#m But what it turned into is like F#m You know, these, these cats got it now, she just like a ho F#m (They ain't doin' it now to make music) F#m You know what I mean? (Yeah) F#m It's not real (Yeah) F#m Switched it up, then everybody— F#m Done changed the shit on that damn— F#m Yeah, everybody done ran through it F#m Mumble rappin' F#m Ain't no more substance in shit F#m Right, right F#m They don't treat it the way it needs to be treated F#m I kinda want that old thing back [VERSE] F#m Yeah, I was young, I was hungry F#m I was chasin' the bag at twenty-one, I was lucky F#m To find an unеaten fucking (What?) honeybun I forgot about F#m Now I got money fallin' out, fiftiеs, hundreds, and twenties (Twenties) F#m And I know nothing is funny 'bout the Manchester bombing F#m But we got something in common (What?), both of us are alarming F#m Foul, disgusting, and awful (Yeah), so repugnant and ugly (Yup) F#m I could give the Boston Marathon a run for its money, yeah F#m And you could say I'm a little bit immature F#m But this type of literature got me a little richer F#m But I get insecure when them other dudes hit on you, girl F#m You're letting 'em fiddle with your clitoris F#m Remember you were my fucking— www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] F#m You used to be my favorite, bitch F#m Things'll never be the same, ain't it funny how you changed F#m Up and flipped the script? F#m You done let a bunch of lames fall through and go plain F#m That I can't permit F#m You ain't have to do it like that, told you I'd be right back F#m Look what you did, I need a new chick F#m Like the music, I have to bounce on my favorite, bitch [VERSE] F#m Always hated my smile F#m Mama told me it's goofy F#m I'd get picked on at school F#m Come home and she'd school me F#m She never sugarcoated it to me F#m She said if I wasn't so stupid and ugly, I wouldn't always get bullied (True) F#m I think of my struggles (Yeah) and get emotional F#m Could be 'cause how behind the eight-ball and far in the hole that they put me F#m Now I'm on a roll like a Tootsie (Yeah) F#m I'm just trollin' you pussies F#m But I'm like a stroller 'cause you'll see just how I roll if you push me F#m But that's what I do this music for F#m When I was goin' through some of the hardest times, I drew from her F#m But she's like the devil 'cause I just can't let loose of her (Lucifer) F#m 'Cause the thought of losin' her makes me wanna just let loose on her F#m Then I hit the studio, tryna rendezvous with her F#m Tell her, "It's a butt-dial girl," yeah, booty call (Haha) F#m That's how it used to be, 'cause you and me, we ruled the world F#m And we made Curtis blow (Kurtis Blow, 50) F#m Fuck, I miss them days www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] F#m You used to be my favorite, bitch F#m Things'll never be the same, ain't it funny how you changed F#m Up and flipped the script? F#m You done let a bunch of lames fall through and go plain F#m That I can't permit F#m You ain't have to do it like that, told you I'd be right back F#m Look what you did, I need a new chick F#m Like the music, I have to bounce on my favorite, bitch F#m You fuckin' leavin' me, bitch? F#m I don't think so, sit your motherfuckin' ass down F#m I swear to God, you run to that door F#m I'ma put one in the back of your fuckin' head F#m Now I'ma ask you this one time F#m And your answer better be "Yes" [VERSE] F#m Would you marry me again F#m Now that everything has changed? (Yeah) F#m It'll never be the same (Nah) F#m As the era whence we came (Who?) F#m From Nas to Pac, Ra, (Yeah), Eric B. and Kane (I know) F#m But I know a few from this era that are lyrically insane F#m And although most are never gonna hit the level Cole or Weezy at F#m Or be emotionally attached to Yo! MTV Raps (Yeah) F#m Runnin' home from school to catch an episode, the feeling that F#m It gave you to rip the plastic off the tape you're holdin' F#m Peel it back, yeah, tear it off, and play it (What?) F#m And swear to God, four o'clock F#m We'd crowd around the TV, Butter in his underwear and socks F#m When Naunie was Kon Artis (Yeah) and Proof had his hair in locs (Doody) F#m Yeah, back when Flavor Flav had us wearin' clocks F#m (Back with) Back with Ed Lover (Yeah) F#m And there was two Dr. Dre's, that's a paradox (Pair of Docs) F#m But I never thought I'd get so jealous F#m At the thought of letting you go psychologically F#m It's gonna bother me, my eyes are already watery F#m Part of me don't wanna stop (Yeah) 'til I get you back F#m If I gotta put the work in and tell you I'm never givin' this up F#m Other part wants to tell you just to get fucked F#m Go back to whatever dick that you sucked (Ah) F#m Get back together with them, you slut F#m Givin' up the vagina like a trip to the gynecologist F#m When I helped you become bigger than you were F#m But I guess that it slipped your mind, you must be biding your time F#m Looking for someone to come along F#m that'll make you feel like I did back when you were mine, huh? (Damn) F#m But truthfully, it was never really you and me exclusively F#m And there's too many new MC's you can choose between F#m But no matter how many motherfuckers ran through it, they can't do it like me F#m But I can't keep burnin' the candle at both ends F#m And I can't handle it when I leave and you find another one F#m Now I gotta take this beat and dismantle it F#m I won't grieve when I kill you F#m But if I can't have you, bitch, nobody can F#m Can't believe I used to be your favorite, bitch
Recommended for you: