Funked Up Akkorde von
Linguistics
Linguistics

N/A2 Aufrufe
Tonart: A minor
Verse 1
Gm
Gm
Check
Hello, yeah, guess who's back?
Drunk as fuck again
so I can barely spit a rap
Eb
Eb
And when I'm sober
I'm nice, a girl's best friend
D
D
Then my head switches to fuck it
I can get spent
Gm
Gm
And this really ain't the real me,
don't mistake me for being sober
F
F
Just cause I can still speak
Eb
Eb
and don't try and reason
with me, nah
I'm far past that I'll ask
for a sip of your drink
Gm
Gm
but never pass back,
past that I've got a bad attitude,
I've got skill and enough
A couple things that you haven't do
Eb
Eb
Beating me's like trying
to win a race
You start backwards
I'm unbreakable, bitch,
you can't hack this
Gm
Gm
You might think I'm arrogant, I'm not
I am not, on your planet,
on your planet, I am not
Eb
Eb
I tripped on your missus,
how I managed, I forgot I was pissed
and somehow my hand
Fm
Fm
Gm
Gm
has landed up a dot
It's like my mind's been hijacked
I can feel signals shooting
Eb
Eb
through my synapse
D
D
I'll return on the next day
Gm
Gm
Eb
Eb
Same shit, different weekends,
D
D
Gm
Gm
what my friends say
It's like my mind's been hijacked
Fuckin' feel signals shootin'
through my synapse
Bye bye
Eb
Eb
Gm
Gm
I'll re turn on the next day
F
F
Same shit, different weekends
Gm
Gm
What my friends say?
Wake up shit
What did I do last night?
Friends sayin' I should take it slow
I'll just laugh like
Eb
Eb
Never been the type to drink
by the half pint
Can't find anything I had at the start
Gm
Gm
My wallet's missing and I got a vision
Of this boy that's witchin'
Sayin' I was with his missus
I can see his fist twitchin'
Eb
Eb
But I'm not about that business
Headin' out the door
But first I'm nickin' all the liquor
F
F
Gm
Gm
From that little dick in his kitchen
Bitchin' something that
I don't take part in
More than a couple times
I've passed out in gardens
Eb
Eb
Hi mum, it's the new me
Gm
Gm
D
D
I only went for a shot
Gm
Gm
but somehow came back with two E's
I'm the one who's acting drunk as fuck
Eyes wide open,
hugging everything I fucking touch
Eb
Eb
Now I'm in my bed
and I'm surrounded by vomit
Gm
Gm
My head's spinning now
Eb
Eb
Gm
Gm
but I'm feeling fucking proud of it
Yeah
It's like my mind's been hijacked
I can feel signals shooting
Eb
Eb
through my synapse
D
D
I'll return on the next day
Gm
Gm
Eb
Eb
Same shit, different weekends,
D
D
what my friends say
Gm
Gm
It's like my mind's been hijacked,
I can feel signals shootin'
through my synapse
Eb
Eb
I'll return on the next day,
Gm
Gm
F
F
same shit, different weekends,
Gm
Gm
what my friends say
Why is it always me?
Eb
Eb
I'm always the one who ends up like
Gm
Gm
Crowdsurfing through the living room
D
D
Gm
Gm
at like 2 in the morning
Oh well, we all get pissed right?
F
F
Gm
Gm
As long as you enjoy yourself
D
D
Where's my bail now?

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