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.
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.
Vocals: Travis Scott ,
Producer: Coleman, BNYX®, Boi-1da, Vinylz, Tay Keith, Skeleton Cartier , Travis Scott,
Writer: Travis Scott, Vinylz, Drake, BNYX®, Tay Keith, Coleman , Boi-1da,
Producer: Coleman, BNYX®, Boi-1da, Vinylz, Tay Keith, Skeleton Cartier , Travis Scott,
Writer: Travis Scott, Vinylz, Drake, BNYX®, Tay Keith, Coleman , Boi-1da,
Original Key: G Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 110 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [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) www.chordzone.org [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?) www.chordzone.org [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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