Chords for 21 Savage, Tommy Newport, Mikky Ekko - red sky (Official Audio)

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_ _ [Gm] Red sky bleeding from [Bb] my eyes, _ [D] Tides rising up to new [Gm] highs,
_ [Cm] I turn my back to [Bb] the wind, _ _ [Am] Slowly drifting [Cm] away,
_ _ I hear the night [Gm] sing, _ _ Welcome [Dm] to your [Gm] new life,
Fuckin inches, I'm sending a bliss, Live on the toilet, I [Dm] stay on my shit,
You say we ox but you stay on my [Dm] dick, My shoot up rap bye send him a [Gm] hit,
They be on Twitter, like when you gone miss, Say I fell off but I [D] fell in this bitch,
Fuck your white flag, I ain't telling them shit, I play it cool in Hamburg to the blitz,
Got your student just to show you unreach, No you can't drop no new music or shit,
How you jump right on a song in this snitch, Nigga, you sassy and wrong as a [Gm] bitch,
Say the wrong thing and get put on that list, This is a warning cause savage don't diss,
Better thank me that your ass still exists
Cause Jesus can't save you from what's in his stick
She don't look good without makeup, I'm stiff
Don't fuck with rappers cause most don't snitch
Diamonds don't cover my neck and my fist
Watch on my leg cause I ran out of wrist
Draco Brown like a Hershey
Hang out the window and blow him a kiss
Hang out the window and wave at his bitch
Gun smoke, I take it far when I'm [D] pissed
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Undercover of [Gm] the darkness _ _ _
Sunlight moves, awakening
_ _ [Cm] One man stares [Gm] while one's asleep
_ Before the dawn is real
Don't give a fuck I'ma rock with my twin
Niggas [Dm] freeze up when it's time to go spend
Speak on the dead and we bossing you in
Send you to heaven, they kill you again
Kill his buddy, he bucking again
It's like [D] reviving, we bust him again
Cus was so big, ain't no tucking it in
I got in trouble for telling on friend
Rip out your tongue if you talking too much
You gon' get chopped out talking to us
Pull a crew truck cause I know they could touch
Bury the K and it still shoot rusty
Fuck my ass, niggas broke and they musty
[Dm] Ah my ass, you still wanna fuck me
Eliante on me, this is not lucky
Fry me a nigga like I'm from Kentucky
Remember when pops used to front me
When I see rappers, I do not see rappers
My nigga, I really see [Dm] lunch me
300 back on [Gm] the seat and the clock on my hip
Ain't no way you could punch me
You ain't really gang, you a flunky
Send your ass to the store like [Dm] you auntie _
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