Chords for Biggie Smalls - Suicidal Thoughts (Türkçe Altyazılı)
Tempo:
95.8 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Bb
Gm
C
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Eb]
[C]
[Cm]
[Db]
[Eb]
[Bb] [Gm] When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell, cuz I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin'
tell.
It don't make sense, [Bbm] goin' to heaven with the goody goodies, [Bb] dressed in white, I like
black Timbs and black hoodies.
God'll probably have me on some real [G] strict shit, no sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick lit.
Hangin' with the goody goodies, loungin' in paradise, fuck that shit, I wanna throw guns
and shoot dice.
All my life I been considered as the worst, lyin' to my mother, even steal out her purse.
Crime after crime, from drugs to [Eb] extortion, I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion.
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger, fuckin' on her chest just to
stop my fuckin' hunger.
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes, forgive me for my disrespect, forgive
me for my lies.
My baby mother's eight months, [Bb] her little sister's two, who's to blame [Cm] for both of them?
I swear to God I wanna [Bb] just slit my wrists and end this bullshit, throw [Gm] the magnum, till
my [Db] head threaten to [G] pull shit, and squeeze until the bed is completely red.
Flat up dead, my worthless fuckin' Buddha head, stress is buildin' up, I can't believe
suicides on my fuckin' mind.
I wanna leave, I [Gm] swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me, but nah, [Eb] you wouldn't understand.
You see, it's kinda like the fact that the poop ain't new jack, except when I cross over,
it ain't no comin' back.
Should I die on the same track like Ramon, and scream at people at the [Bb] funerals, frontin'
like they miss [Gm] me?
My baby mama gives me much glad I'm gone, she know me and her sister had somethin' goin'
on.
[C] I reach my peep, I can't speak, call my nigga Cheek, tell him [Gm] that my will is weak.
[C] I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches talkin', matter of fact, sick of [Eb] talk.
[C] [B]
[C]
[Cm]
[Db]
[Eb]
[Bb] [Gm] When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell, cuz I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin'
tell.
It don't make sense, [Bbm] goin' to heaven with the goody goodies, [Bb] dressed in white, I like
black Timbs and black hoodies.
God'll probably have me on some real [G] strict shit, no sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick lit.
Hangin' with the goody goodies, loungin' in paradise, fuck that shit, I wanna throw guns
and shoot dice.
All my life I been considered as the worst, lyin' to my mother, even steal out her purse.
Crime after crime, from drugs to [Eb] extortion, I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion.
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger, fuckin' on her chest just to
stop my fuckin' hunger.
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes, forgive me for my disrespect, forgive
me for my lies.
My baby mother's eight months, [Bb] her little sister's two, who's to blame [Cm] for both of them?
I swear to God I wanna [Bb] just slit my wrists and end this bullshit, throw [Gm] the magnum, till
my [Db] head threaten to [G] pull shit, and squeeze until the bed is completely red.
Flat up dead, my worthless fuckin' Buddha head, stress is buildin' up, I can't believe
suicides on my fuckin' mind.
I wanna leave, I [Gm] swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me, but nah, [Eb] you wouldn't understand.
You see, it's kinda like the fact that the poop ain't new jack, except when I cross over,
it ain't no comin' back.
Should I die on the same track like Ramon, and scream at people at the [Bb] funerals, frontin'
like they miss [Gm] me?
My baby mama gives me much glad I'm gone, she know me and her sister had somethin' goin'
on.
[C] I reach my peep, I can't speak, call my nigga Cheek, tell him [Gm] that my will is weak.
[C] I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches talkin', matter of fact, sick of [Eb] talk.
[C] [B]
Key:
Eb
Bb
Gm
C
Cm
Eb
Bb
Gm
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_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
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[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ [Gm] When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell, cuz I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin'
tell.
It don't make sense, [Bbm] goin' to heaven with the goody goodies, [Bb] dressed in white, I like
black Timbs and black hoodies.
God'll probably have me on some real [G] strict shit, no sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick lit.
Hangin' with the goody goodies, loungin' in paradise, fuck that shit, I wanna throw guns
and shoot dice.
All my life I been considered as the worst, lyin' to my mother, even steal out her purse.
Crime after crime, from drugs to [Eb] extortion, I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion.
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger, fuckin' on her chest just to
stop my fuckin' hunger.
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes, forgive me for my disrespect, forgive
me for my lies.
My baby mother's eight months, [Bb] her little sister's two, who's to blame [Cm] for both of them?
_ I swear to God I wanna [Bb] just slit my wrists and end this bullshit, throw [Gm] the magnum, till
my [Db] head threaten to [G] pull shit, and squeeze until the bed is completely red.
Flat up dead, my worthless fuckin' Buddha head, stress is buildin' up, I can't believe
suicides on my fuckin' mind.
I wanna leave, I [Gm] swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me, but nah, [Eb] you wouldn't understand.
_ You see, it's kinda like the fact that the poop ain't new jack, except when I cross over,
it ain't no comin' back.
Should I die on the same track like Ramon, and scream at people at the [Bb] funerals, frontin'
like they miss [Gm] me?
My baby mama gives me much glad I'm gone, she know me and her sister had somethin' goin'
on.
[C] I reach my peep, I can't speak, call my nigga Cheek, tell him [Gm] that my will is weak.
[C] I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches talkin', matter of fact, sick of [Eb] talk.
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
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_ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ [Gm] When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell, cuz I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin'
tell.
It don't make sense, [Bbm] goin' to heaven with the goody goodies, [Bb] dressed in white, I like
black Timbs and black hoodies.
God'll probably have me on some real [G] strict shit, no sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick lit.
Hangin' with the goody goodies, loungin' in paradise, fuck that shit, I wanna throw guns
and shoot dice.
All my life I been considered as the worst, lyin' to my mother, even steal out her purse.
Crime after crime, from drugs to [Eb] extortion, I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion.
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger, fuckin' on her chest just to
stop my fuckin' hunger.
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes, forgive me for my disrespect, forgive
me for my lies.
My baby mother's eight months, [Bb] her little sister's two, who's to blame [Cm] for both of them?
_ I swear to God I wanna [Bb] just slit my wrists and end this bullshit, throw [Gm] the magnum, till
my [Db] head threaten to [G] pull shit, and squeeze until the bed is completely red.
Flat up dead, my worthless fuckin' Buddha head, stress is buildin' up, I can't believe
suicides on my fuckin' mind.
I wanna leave, I [Gm] swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me, but nah, [Eb] you wouldn't understand.
_ You see, it's kinda like the fact that the poop ain't new jack, except when I cross over,
it ain't no comin' back.
Should I die on the same track like Ramon, and scream at people at the [Bb] funerals, frontin'
like they miss [Gm] me?
My baby mama gives me much glad I'm gone, she know me and her sister had somethin' goin'
on.
[C] I reach my peep, I can't speak, call my nigga Cheek, tell him [Gm] that my will is weak.
[C] I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches talkin', matter of fact, sick of [Eb] talk.
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