Chords for Baby Blue (feat. Chance the Rapper)
Tempo:
85 bpm
Chords used:
E
C#
C#m
A
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Why you always all on my back?
Why you gotta do me like that?
Why you gotta act like a bitch when [E] I'm with you?
[C#] Baby girl, [C#m] I'm blue.
Because you treat me like shit.
I paid for the bed and never even slept in it.
I paid for that crib and never stepped foot in.
And now somebody else is eating all the pudding.
Things changed, now my dashboard wooden.
All black fans like a young [E] Doc Gooden.
Talk shades cause I'm stone [C#] crazy.
Girl, we grown, stop playing on my phone, baby.
All [C#m] your childish attempts to make me angry fall short.
But your only fuel's the rage you have because you have nothing.
Understandable, I'm shining brilliant with five bazillions.
There were times I used to hide my feelings.
Now I'm butt naked in a Lamborghini and motherfuckers can't see me.
[E] Wait till this chick see me on TV.
I make [C#] this shit look easy.
Who would have [C#m] thought I'd hit you right back?
Why you always all on my back?
Why you gotta do me like that?
Why you gotta act like a bitch when [E] I'm with you?
[C#] Yeah.
Baby girl, [C#m] I'm blue.
So many women wanna call me baby.
And you wonder why the fuck that I ain't call you lately.
Some would say that I'm the symbol for sex.
And others would hate, but I don't give them no breath.
Go on a date, I'm at the crib with the chef.
And [A] that's me.
And you [E] can order whatever.
The specialty is white snake [C#] and underwear sauce.
You can probably catch a summer with [C#m] a sunny next.
And I understand it's only cuz I'm popular.
I'm getting topped off in the front row of the opera.
As Bo Chilly sings the Celli Ring.
I gotta go, you'll never know how good it feels to lay in bed with King.
I'm not exactly flawless, but I'm gorgeous, just like [A] a horse is.
I know [E] the thought of me succeeding makes a lot of people nauseous.
[C#] Still I'm on the back of the boat, taking pictures with the [C#m] surface.
Why you always all on my back?
Why you gotta do me like that?
Why you gotta act like a bitch
when [E] I'm with you?
[C#] Baby girl, [F#] I'm blue.
I hope you get a paper [E] cut on your tongue from a razor and a paper cup.
I [F#] hope every soda you drank already shaken up.
I hope your drink dry like raisins in the baking sun.
I hope your titties are saggy in your early 20s.
I hope it's always snow [A] in your driveway.
[E] I hope you never get off Fridays and you work at [C#] a Friday
that's always busy on Friday.
I hope you win [C#m] the lottery and lose your ticket.
I hope it's been Socrates poop all up in your kitchen.
[C#] Hope the zipper [C#m] on your jacket gets stuck, and your headphones short,
and your charger don't work, and you spill shit on your shirt.
I hope your tears don't hurt and I'm smiling in your face.
Come on, lost in [A] South Carolina, changed my locks to [E] a face.
I hope you're happy.
I hope you're happy.
I hope you [C#] ruin the shit for a reason.
I hope you [C#m] happy.
Why you always all on my back?
Why you gotta do me like that?
Why you gotta act like a bitch
when [E] I'm with you?
[C#] Baby girl, I [C#m] love you.
[E]
[C#]
[C#m]
[A] [E]
[C#]
Why you gotta do me like that?
Why you gotta act like a bitch when [E] I'm with you?
[C#] Baby girl, [C#m] I'm blue.
Because you treat me like shit.
I paid for the bed and never even slept in it.
I paid for that crib and never stepped foot in.
And now somebody else is eating all the pudding.
Things changed, now my dashboard wooden.
All black fans like a young [E] Doc Gooden.
Talk shades cause I'm stone [C#] crazy.
Girl, we grown, stop playing on my phone, baby.
All [C#m] your childish attempts to make me angry fall short.
But your only fuel's the rage you have because you have nothing.
Understandable, I'm shining brilliant with five bazillions.
There were times I used to hide my feelings.
Now I'm butt naked in a Lamborghini and motherfuckers can't see me.
[E] Wait till this chick see me on TV.
I make [C#] this shit look easy.
Who would have [C#m] thought I'd hit you right back?
Why you always all on my back?
Why you gotta do me like that?
Why you gotta act like a bitch when [E] I'm with you?
[C#] Yeah.
Baby girl, [C#m] I'm blue.
So many women wanna call me baby.
And you wonder why the fuck that I ain't call you lately.
Some would say that I'm the symbol for sex.
And others would hate, but I don't give them no breath.
Go on a date, I'm at the crib with the chef.
And [A] that's me.
And you [E] can order whatever.
The specialty is white snake [C#] and underwear sauce.
You can probably catch a summer with [C#m] a sunny next.
And I understand it's only cuz I'm popular.
I'm getting topped off in the front row of the opera.
As Bo Chilly sings the Celli Ring.
I gotta go, you'll never know how good it feels to lay in bed with King.
I'm not exactly flawless, but I'm gorgeous, just like [A] a horse is.
I know [E] the thought of me succeeding makes a lot of people nauseous.
[C#] Still I'm on the back of the boat, taking pictures with the [C#m] surface.
Why you always all on my back?
Why you gotta do me like that?
Why you gotta act like a bitch
when [E] I'm with you?
[C#] Baby girl, [F#] I'm blue.
I hope you get a paper [E] cut on your tongue from a razor and a paper cup.
I [F#] hope every soda you drank already shaken up.
I hope your drink dry like raisins in the baking sun.
I hope your titties are saggy in your early 20s.
I hope it's always snow [A] in your driveway.
[E] I hope you never get off Fridays and you work at [C#] a Friday
that's always busy on Friday.
I hope you win [C#m] the lottery and lose your ticket.
I hope it's been Socrates poop all up in your kitchen.
[C#] Hope the zipper [C#m] on your jacket gets stuck, and your headphones short,
and your charger don't work, and you spill shit on your shirt.
I hope your tears don't hurt and I'm smiling in your face.
Come on, lost in [A] South Carolina, changed my locks to [E] a face.
I hope you're happy.
I hope you're happy.
I hope you [C#] ruin the shit for a reason.
I hope you [C#m] happy.
Why you always all on my back?
Why you gotta do me like that?
Why you gotta act like a bitch
when [E] I'm with you?
[C#] Baby girl, I [C#m] love you.
[E]
[C#]
[C#m]
[A] [E]
[C#]
Key:
E
C#
C#m
A
F#
E
C#
C#m
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Why you always all on my back? _ _
Why you gotta do me like that? _ _
Why you gotta act like a bitch when [E] I'm with you?
_ _ [C#] _ Baby girl, [C#m] I'm blue.
Because you treat me like shit.
I paid for the bed and never even slept in it.
I paid for that crib and never stepped foot in.
And now somebody else is eating all the pudding.
Things changed, now my dashboard wooden.
All black fans like a young [E] Doc Gooden.
Talk shades cause I'm stone [C#] crazy.
Girl, we grown, stop playing on my phone, baby.
All [C#m] your childish attempts to make me angry fall short.
But your only fuel's the rage you have because you have nothing.
Understandable, I'm shining brilliant with five bazillions.
There were times I used to hide my feelings.
Now I'm butt naked in a Lamborghini and motherfuckers can't see me.
[E] Wait till this chick see me on TV.
I make [C#] this shit look easy.
Who would have [C#m] thought I'd hit you right back?
Why you always all on my back? _ _
Why you gotta do me like that? _ _
Why you gotta act like a bitch when [E] I'm with you?
_ [C#] Yeah.
_ Baby girl, [C#m] I'm blue.
So many women wanna call me baby.
And you wonder why the fuck that I ain't call you lately.
Some would say that I'm the symbol for sex.
And others would hate, but I don't give them no breath.
Go on a date, I'm at the crib with the chef.
And [A] that's me.
And you [E] can order whatever.
The specialty is white snake [C#] and underwear sauce.
You can probably catch a summer with [C#m] a sunny next.
And I understand it's only cuz I'm popular.
I'm getting topped off in the front row of the opera.
As Bo Chilly sings the Celli Ring.
I gotta go, you'll never know how good it feels to lay in bed with King.
I'm not exactly flawless, but I'm gorgeous, just like [A] a horse is.
I know [E] the thought of me succeeding makes a lot of people nauseous.
[C#] Still I'm on the back of the boat, taking pictures with the [C#m] surface.
Why you always all on my back? _ _
Why you gotta do me like that? _ _
Why you gotta act like a bitch
when [E] I'm with you?
_ _ [C#] _ _ Baby girl, [F#] I'm blue.
I hope you get a paper [E] cut on your tongue from a razor and a paper cup.
I [F#] hope every soda you drank already shaken up.
I hope your drink dry like raisins in the baking sun.
I hope your titties are saggy in your early 20s.
I hope it's always snow [A] in your driveway.
[E] I hope you never get off Fridays and you work at [C#] a Friday
that's always busy on Friday.
I hope you win [C#m] the lottery and lose your ticket.
I hope it's been Socrates poop all up in your kitchen.
[C#] Hope the zipper [C#m] on your jacket gets stuck, and your headphones short,
and your charger don't work, and you spill shit on your shirt.
I hope your tears don't hurt and I'm smiling in your face.
Come on, lost in [A] South Carolina, changed my locks to [E] a face.
I hope you're happy.
I hope you're happy.
I hope you [C#] ruin the shit for a reason.
I hope you [C#m] happy.
Why you always all on my back? _ _
Why you gotta do me like that? _ _
Why you gotta act like a bitch
when [E] I'm with you?
_ _ [C#] _ Baby girl, I [C#m] love you. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
Why you always all on my back? _ _
Why you gotta do me like that? _ _
Why you gotta act like a bitch when [E] I'm with you?
_ _ [C#] _ Baby girl, [C#m] I'm blue.
Because you treat me like shit.
I paid for the bed and never even slept in it.
I paid for that crib and never stepped foot in.
And now somebody else is eating all the pudding.
Things changed, now my dashboard wooden.
All black fans like a young [E] Doc Gooden.
Talk shades cause I'm stone [C#] crazy.
Girl, we grown, stop playing on my phone, baby.
All [C#m] your childish attempts to make me angry fall short.
But your only fuel's the rage you have because you have nothing.
Understandable, I'm shining brilliant with five bazillions.
There were times I used to hide my feelings.
Now I'm butt naked in a Lamborghini and motherfuckers can't see me.
[E] Wait till this chick see me on TV.
I make [C#] this shit look easy.
Who would have [C#m] thought I'd hit you right back?
Why you always all on my back? _ _
Why you gotta do me like that? _ _
Why you gotta act like a bitch when [E] I'm with you?
_ [C#] Yeah.
_ Baby girl, [C#m] I'm blue.
So many women wanna call me baby.
And you wonder why the fuck that I ain't call you lately.
Some would say that I'm the symbol for sex.
And others would hate, but I don't give them no breath.
Go on a date, I'm at the crib with the chef.
And [A] that's me.
And you [E] can order whatever.
The specialty is white snake [C#] and underwear sauce.
You can probably catch a summer with [C#m] a sunny next.
And I understand it's only cuz I'm popular.
I'm getting topped off in the front row of the opera.
As Bo Chilly sings the Celli Ring.
I gotta go, you'll never know how good it feels to lay in bed with King.
I'm not exactly flawless, but I'm gorgeous, just like [A] a horse is.
I know [E] the thought of me succeeding makes a lot of people nauseous.
[C#] Still I'm on the back of the boat, taking pictures with the [C#m] surface.
Why you always all on my back? _ _
Why you gotta do me like that? _ _
Why you gotta act like a bitch
when [E] I'm with you?
_ _ [C#] _ _ Baby girl, [F#] I'm blue.
I hope you get a paper [E] cut on your tongue from a razor and a paper cup.
I [F#] hope every soda you drank already shaken up.
I hope your drink dry like raisins in the baking sun.
I hope your titties are saggy in your early 20s.
I hope it's always snow [A] in your driveway.
[E] I hope you never get off Fridays and you work at [C#] a Friday
that's always busy on Friday.
I hope you win [C#m] the lottery and lose your ticket.
I hope it's been Socrates poop all up in your kitchen.
[C#] Hope the zipper [C#m] on your jacket gets stuck, and your headphones short,
and your charger don't work, and you spill shit on your shirt.
I hope your tears don't hurt and I'm smiling in your face.
Come on, lost in [A] South Carolina, changed my locks to [E] a face.
I hope you're happy.
I hope you're happy.
I hope you [C#] ruin the shit for a reason.
I hope you [C#m] happy.
Why you always all on my back? _ _
Why you gotta do me like that? _ _
Why you gotta act like a bitch
when [E] I'm with you?
_ _ [C#] _ Baby girl, I [C#m] love you. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _