Chords for Albert - Chillin'

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_ [Bm] _ _ [C#] _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _
_ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _
I'm chillin' like Willy when I get to Bel Air,
I'm in my [F#m] jeans, no girls, and a few bills with [D] me.
What do you get and what do [Bm] you steal?
Use a little bit of sour fair, that shines [F#m] even without pins,
so [E] you're a little more you.
And there's [D] a picture on the [Bm] commune, how [A] ugly I was,
not that I've improved, but [Bm] here I look like a mourning,
I have a boring sheet, a little bit of plaster [A] and plaster,
a ceiling to redo, a [Bm] sea of ​​ego destroyed,
and everything comes back to itself, and you remember the [F#m] way.
You can lose knowledge, but you don't [D] lose nostalgia,
and since my [Bm] face lacks a little [A] sympathy,
I'll leave you in a hurry to [D] take you back to my house.
Ah, ah, ah, [Bm] ah, ah, ah, you've seen the TG,
they say [A] that the Holy War will break out on [D] Friday.
Come on, come on, come on, [Bm] come on, pretend [A] yes,
that you may be interested at least more than [Bm] the PIN code.
We get fat from news, speeches, and big [A] bullshit,
because [F#m] the easy is easier, and if [B] you don't [D] think about it,
and live and [Bm] decide which photo [C#m] you post,
it makes me [F#m] laugh to think of [D] our boring lives,
and [Bm] so I'm already [F#m] part of it.
We're on the same [D] boat, but the boat doesn't leave.
We're on the road like [Bm] Vince, on the fly like Vince [A] Carter,
friends from Chin Chin, two drinks, and a bunch of [N] cards.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] Io sono chillin' come Willi quando arriva [F#m] Belero,
i miei gingilli zero [D] figli e qualche billi con me.
Cosa ti appiglia e cosa stiri, usa un po' di Sour Fair,
che brilli pura senza stili, quindi [Bm] sei un popio te.
Io sono chillin' come Willi quando arriva [F#m] Belero,
i miei gingilli zero figli e qualche [D] billi con me.
Cosa ti appiglia e cosa stiri, usa un po' di Sour [F#m] Fair,
che brilli pura senza stili, quindi [Bm] sei un po' più te.
Siamo vicini quanto basta per guardarci pure in [A] tasca,
basta, [F#m] questa è un'altra storia Alberto [D] adesso non ci casca.
But this pasta is [Bm] cooked, that makes me hot and [A] passes
After I'll write the chorus when [D] I'll put on mass
Hey, [Bm] absent listener
[A] He doesn't listen to the voice but only [D] hears it
He has a love for [Bm] music but it seems [F#m] evident
That music doesn't love who doesn't [D] give but takes
Hey, [Bm] you know what I'll do?
[A] I have a project in my head and you can't [Bm] tell me no
I'm writing like crazy on a board
And I'll leave [F#m] it there to march a little [G] more
[Bm] I'm chilling like Willie when he arrives in Bel [F#m]-Air
With my Gin Gilli Zero [D] Figli and some Billy with me
What draws you and what [Bm] arrows?
Use a little [F#m] SouWarfare
That shines even without [Bm] arrows so be more you
[F#] I'm chilling like [N] Willie when he arrives in Bel-Air
With my Gin Gilli Zero Figli and some Billy with me
What draws you and what arrows?
Use a little SouWarfare
That shines even without arrows so be more you
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