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TRAVIS SCOTT – MELTDOWN Chords and Tabs for Guitar and Piano | Sheet Music & Tabs

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This song is from the album UTOPIA(2023), released on 28 July 2023. The vocals are by Travis Scott, the music is produced by Coleman, BNYX®, Boi-1da, Vinylz, Tay Keith, Skeleton Cartier , Travis Scott, and the lyrics are written by Travis Scott, Vinylz, Drake, BNYX®, Tay Keith, Coleman , Boi-1da.
This song is originally in the key of G Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 110 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
 
Original Key: G Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 110
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
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[INTRO]
 
 Gm
 Yeah
 Gm
 Tensions is definitely rising
 Gm
 T'd up right now
 Gm
 T time, T time
 Gm
 T time, T time, T time

 [VERSE] 
 Gm
 Teatime like I got a cup of this shit
 Gm
 Tee time like golf at a quarter to six
 Gm
 I'd love to fuck on a regular bitch
 Gm
 Famous hoes lame but they stay on my dick
 Gm
 Heard your new joint, it's embarrassing, shit
 Gm
 You talk to the cops on some therapist shit
 Gm
 You act like you love this American shit
 Gm
 But, really, the truth is you scared of the 
 Gm
 Yeah, you scared of the 
 Gm
 Yeah, you scared of the 
 Gm
 Your bodyguard put in some work on a fluke
 Gm
 Now you wanna go and inherit that shit
 Gm
 Don't talk to the boy 'bout comparisons, shit
 Gm
 Or come to the boy on some arrogant shit
 Gm
 The weapons we got are some terrorist shit
 Gm
 Like TV producers we, grr, we airing this shit
 Gm
 She askin' for bread for her parents and shit
 Gm
 I told her, "I don't got no cash", 
 Gm
 and she said she could wait on a rack, on some Arabic shit
 Gm
 I pull out a million and stare at the shit
 Gm
 My dick just got hard 'cause a wire just hit
 Gm
 My schedule is out, come spin us, for real
 Gm
 Man, fuck all that spinnin' the narrative shit
 Gm
 I melt down the chains that I bought from yo' boss
 Gm
 Give a fuck about all of that heritage shit
 Gm
 Since V not around, the members done hung up the Louis, they not even wearing that shit
 Gm
 Don't come to the boy 'bout repairing some shit
 Gm
 Don't come to the boy about sparing some shit
 Gm
 You lucky that Vogue was suing, 'cause I would've been with the Wassas in Paris and shit
 
 Gm
 (I I—)

 [VERSE] 
 Gm
 Is you fuckin' crazy? Is you fuckin' crazy? (Ah)
 Gm
 And they scared of the seven (Seven)
 Gm
 After one three then we turn up eleven (Yeah)
 Gm
 Keep this shit open like  Eleven (It's lit)
 Gm
 Me at the house, I got seven in heaven
 Gm
 They think I'm satanic, I keep me a reverend
 Gm
 Lil' shawty a therapist, poppin' her shit
 Gm
 She inching my way and she started confessing
 Gm
 I know what's at stake, I'm screamin', "Free Jeffery"
 Gm
 Connect collect calls right off of the celly
 Gm
 Gave her the blues, not talkin' 'bout belly
 Gm
 Don't keep it sincere, I go Makaveli
 Gm
 I got the juice, now it's heavy (Juice)
 Gm
 Always on t time, been ready (T, ah), yeah
 Gm
 Is you fucking crazy? Is you f— (Yeah, stoned, let's go)
 Gm
 Wrappin' the cheese, wrap around me 'cause I've got property (Wrap, cheese, wrap)
 Gm
 Chocolate AP and chocolate the Vs (Vs), got the Willy Wonka factory (Vs)
 Gm
 Burn a athlete like it's calories, find another flame hot as me, bitch
 
 Gm
 (Ooh)
 
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 [CHORUS] 
 Gm
 Yeah, is you fucking crazy? (Nah)
 Gm
 Is you fucking crazy? (What?)
 Gm
 Is you fucking crazy? (Nah, nah)
 Gm
 Is you fucking crazy? Uh
 Gm
 Is you fucking crazy? Uh
 Gm
 Is you fuckin'—
 Gm
 Is you fuckin'—
 Gm
 Is you fucking crazy?

 [VERSE] 
 Gm
 How many Texas boys done ran it up? A couple, maybe (Couple, maybe)
 Gm
 Swanging in the pickup truck, baby, fuck Mercedes (Fuck Mercedes)
 Gm
 I'll fuck a nigga bitch but she can't have the baby (Have the baby)
 Gm
 I'll shoot your ass in Walmart like I'm DaBaby (In Walmart)
 Gm
 The boy going Lionel Messi, I go Tom Brady (Woo)
 Gm
 Used to wear the bust down back in my old days (Woo)
 Gm
 Now I let the chains hang, you gotta tuck yours maybe (Tuck it, tuck it)
 Gm
 Niggas talkin' Scarface, I'm that in real life (Ooh)
 Gm
 Is you fucking crazy or what? Is you fucking crazy? (Fuckin' crazy)
 Gm
 Man, the club ain't been the same since we lost Mercedes (Straight up)
 Gm
 Man, the clique ain't been the same since they lost the greatest (Nah, nah, nah)
 Gm
 We outside with the army, so you need the—, uh uh
 Gm
 Them boys rollin' all brown like they whippin' gravy
 Gm
 Make a circus outside like it's Barnum's Bailey (It's lit)
 Gm
 Blickey hanging on my side, it's like it's really banging (Blickey, blickey, blickey)
 Gm
 She move her panties to the side, she want it raw when faded (Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?)
  

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 [CHORUS] 
 Gm
 Is you fucking crazy? Uh
 Gm
 Is you fucking crazy? Uh
 Gm
 Is you fucking crazy or what?
 Gm
 Is you fucking crazy? Yeah
 Gm
 Is you fucking crazy or what?
 Gm
 Is you fuckin'—
 Gm
 Is you fuckin'—
 Gm
 Is you fucking crazy?

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