Acid Rain Chords by Chance The Rapper
Tempo:
84.7 bpm
Chords used:
C#m
E
B
G#m
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] [F#] [C#m]
[C#] [C#m] [E]
[C#m]
[C#m]
[E] Kicked off my shoes, dipped acid in the [C#m] rain, wore my jacket and the cape and my umbrella
as it came.
The richest man rocks the snatchless necklace, spineless bitches in backless [E] dresses.
Were my feelings on my sleeve list?
[B] My weed [A] seedless, my [G#m] trees [C#m] leafless.
I miss my diagonal grilled cheeses, and back when Mike Jackson was still Jesus.
[E] And before I believed in not [B] believing in, [C#m] yeah I inhaled who believed in me not breathing
in, cigarettes stained smile all covered in sin.
My big homie Dye Young just turned older than [E] him.
I seen it happen, I seen it happen, I [B] see it always.
He still be [C#m] screaming, I see his demons in empty hallways.
I trip to make the fall shorter, fall quarter was just a [E] tall order.
And I'm hungry, I'm just not that [B] thirsty, as of late all [C#m] my verses seem not so versey.
And all my words just mean controversy, took the team above my back like that's not your [E] jersey.
Stressing, pulling my hair out, hoping I don't get [C#m] picked.
All this medicine in me hoping I don't get sick.
Making all of this money hoping I don't get rich.
These niggas still getting body for phones.
[E] Sometimes the truth don't rhyme, [B] [C#m] sometimes the lies get millions of views.
Funerals for little girls, has that a feeling on you?
In your cubicle, desktop, what a beautiful view.
[E] I think love is beautiful [C#m] too.
Building forts from broken dams, what a hoover could do for future hoopers.
Dead from rougas shooting through the empty alley.
Could've threw them at alley-oop, helping them do good in [E] school.
Damn that acid burn went [B] clear.
[C#m] I still miss being a senior.
And performing at all those open mic events.
High schools, ice clothes, seeing [E] arenas.
And I still get [C#m] jealous of Vic.
And Vic still jealous of me.
But if you touch my brother, all [G#m] that anti [C#m]-violence shit goes out the window along with you and the rest of your [G#m] team.
Smoking cigarettes to look [B] cool up.
[C#m] I only stop by to look through ya.
And [G#m] I'm only getting greedier.
And I'm still Mr.
You Media.
And I still can't [B] find talent.
And [C#m] I'm still accusing classmates that wouldn't fuck.
Mom [G#m] still thinks I should [C#m] go back to school.
And Justin still think I'm [E] good enough.
And Mama Jan still don't take [B] meds.
[C#m] And I still be asking God to show his face.
And I still be asking God to show his face.
[E] I am a new man.
[B] [C#m] I am sanctified.
I am holy.
I have been baptized.
[E] I have [G#m] been born again.
[B] I [C#m] am the white light.
Rain, rain, don't go.
[E] [C#m]
[E] [B] [C#m] [G#m]
[C#m] [G#m] [C#m]
[C#] [C#m] [E]
[C#m]
[C#m]
[E] Kicked off my shoes, dipped acid in the [C#m] rain, wore my jacket and the cape and my umbrella
as it came.
The richest man rocks the snatchless necklace, spineless bitches in backless [E] dresses.
Were my feelings on my sleeve list?
[B] My weed [A] seedless, my [G#m] trees [C#m] leafless.
I miss my diagonal grilled cheeses, and back when Mike Jackson was still Jesus.
[E] And before I believed in not [B] believing in, [C#m] yeah I inhaled who believed in me not breathing
in, cigarettes stained smile all covered in sin.
My big homie Dye Young just turned older than [E] him.
I seen it happen, I seen it happen, I [B] see it always.
He still be [C#m] screaming, I see his demons in empty hallways.
I trip to make the fall shorter, fall quarter was just a [E] tall order.
And I'm hungry, I'm just not that [B] thirsty, as of late all [C#m] my verses seem not so versey.
And all my words just mean controversy, took the team above my back like that's not your [E] jersey.
Stressing, pulling my hair out, hoping I don't get [C#m] picked.
All this medicine in me hoping I don't get sick.
Making all of this money hoping I don't get rich.
These niggas still getting body for phones.
[E] Sometimes the truth don't rhyme, [B] [C#m] sometimes the lies get millions of views.
Funerals for little girls, has that a feeling on you?
In your cubicle, desktop, what a beautiful view.
[E] I think love is beautiful [C#m] too.
Building forts from broken dams, what a hoover could do for future hoopers.
Dead from rougas shooting through the empty alley.
Could've threw them at alley-oop, helping them do good in [E] school.
Damn that acid burn went [B] clear.
[C#m] I still miss being a senior.
And performing at all those open mic events.
High schools, ice clothes, seeing [E] arenas.
And I still get [C#m] jealous of Vic.
And Vic still jealous of me.
But if you touch my brother, all [G#m] that anti [C#m]-violence shit goes out the window along with you and the rest of your [G#m] team.
Smoking cigarettes to look [B] cool up.
[C#m] I only stop by to look through ya.
And [G#m] I'm only getting greedier.
And I'm still Mr.
You Media.
And I still can't [B] find talent.
And [C#m] I'm still accusing classmates that wouldn't fuck.
Mom [G#m] still thinks I should [C#m] go back to school.
And Justin still think I'm [E] good enough.
And Mama Jan still don't take [B] meds.
[C#m] And I still be asking God to show his face.
And I still be asking God to show his face.
[E] I am a new man.
[B] [C#m] I am sanctified.
I am holy.
I have been baptized.
[E] I have [G#m] been born again.
[B] I [C#m] am the white light.
Rain, rain, don't go.
[E] [C#m]
[E] [B] [C#m] [G#m]
[C#m] [G#m] [C#m]
Key:
C#m
E
B
G#m
F#
C#m
E
B
[E] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#m] _ _
_ _ [C#] _ [C#m] _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _
[E] Kicked off my shoes, dipped acid in the [C#m] rain, wore my jacket and the cape and my umbrella
as it came.
The richest man rocks the snatchless necklace, spineless bitches in backless [E] dresses.
Were my feelings on my sleeve list?
[B] My weed [A] seedless, my [G#m] trees [C#m] leafless.
I miss my diagonal grilled cheeses, and back when Mike Jackson was still Jesus.
[E] And before I believed in not [B] believing in, [C#m] yeah I inhaled who believed in me not breathing
in, cigarettes stained smile all covered in sin.
My big homie Dye Young just turned older than [E] him.
I seen it happen, I seen it happen, I [B] see it always.
He still be [C#m] screaming, I see his demons in empty hallways.
I trip to make the fall shorter, fall quarter was just a [E] tall order.
And I'm hungry, I'm just not that [B] thirsty, as of late all [C#m] my verses seem not so versey.
And all my words just mean controversy, took the team above my back like that's not your [E] jersey.
Stressing, pulling my hair out, hoping I don't get [C#m] picked.
All this medicine in me hoping I don't get sick.
Making all of this money hoping I don't get rich.
These niggas still getting body for phones.
[E] Sometimes the truth don't rhyme, [B] [C#m] sometimes the lies get millions of views.
Funerals for little girls, has that a feeling on you?
In your cubicle, desktop, what a beautiful view.
[E] I think love is beautiful [C#m] too.
Building forts from broken dams, what a hoover could do for future hoopers.
Dead from rougas shooting through the empty alley.
Could've threw them at alley-oop, helping them do good in [E] school.
Damn that acid burn went [B] clear.
[C#m] I still miss being a senior.
And performing at all those open mic events.
High schools, ice clothes, seeing [E] arenas.
And I still get [C#m] jealous of Vic.
And Vic still jealous of me.
But if you touch my brother, all [G#m] that anti [C#m]-violence shit goes out the window along with you and the rest of your [G#m] team.
Smoking cigarettes to look [B] cool up.
[C#m] I only stop by to look through ya.
And [G#m] I'm only getting greedier.
And I'm still Mr.
You Media.
And I still can't [B] find talent.
And [C#m] I'm still accusing classmates that wouldn't fuck.
Mom [G#m] still thinks I should [C#m] go back to school.
And Justin still think I'm [E] good enough.
And Mama Jan still don't take [B] meds.
[C#m] And I still be asking God to show his face.
And I still be asking God to show his face. _ _ _
[E] I am a new man.
[B] [C#m] I am sanctified.
I am holy.
I have been baptized. _
[E] I have [G#m] been born again.
[B] I [C#m] am the white light.
_ Rain, rain, don't go. _
[E] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ [G#m] _
[C#m] _ _ _ [G#m] _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] _ [C#m] _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _
[E] Kicked off my shoes, dipped acid in the [C#m] rain, wore my jacket and the cape and my umbrella
as it came.
The richest man rocks the snatchless necklace, spineless bitches in backless [E] dresses.
Were my feelings on my sleeve list?
[B] My weed [A] seedless, my [G#m] trees [C#m] leafless.
I miss my diagonal grilled cheeses, and back when Mike Jackson was still Jesus.
[E] And before I believed in not [B] believing in, [C#m] yeah I inhaled who believed in me not breathing
in, cigarettes stained smile all covered in sin.
My big homie Dye Young just turned older than [E] him.
I seen it happen, I seen it happen, I [B] see it always.
He still be [C#m] screaming, I see his demons in empty hallways.
I trip to make the fall shorter, fall quarter was just a [E] tall order.
And I'm hungry, I'm just not that [B] thirsty, as of late all [C#m] my verses seem not so versey.
And all my words just mean controversy, took the team above my back like that's not your [E] jersey.
Stressing, pulling my hair out, hoping I don't get [C#m] picked.
All this medicine in me hoping I don't get sick.
Making all of this money hoping I don't get rich.
These niggas still getting body for phones.
[E] Sometimes the truth don't rhyme, [B] [C#m] sometimes the lies get millions of views.
Funerals for little girls, has that a feeling on you?
In your cubicle, desktop, what a beautiful view.
[E] I think love is beautiful [C#m] too.
Building forts from broken dams, what a hoover could do for future hoopers.
Dead from rougas shooting through the empty alley.
Could've threw them at alley-oop, helping them do good in [E] school.
Damn that acid burn went [B] clear.
[C#m] I still miss being a senior.
And performing at all those open mic events.
High schools, ice clothes, seeing [E] arenas.
And I still get [C#m] jealous of Vic.
And Vic still jealous of me.
But if you touch my brother, all [G#m] that anti [C#m]-violence shit goes out the window along with you and the rest of your [G#m] team.
Smoking cigarettes to look [B] cool up.
[C#m] I only stop by to look through ya.
And [G#m] I'm only getting greedier.
And I'm still Mr.
You Media.
And I still can't [B] find talent.
And [C#m] I'm still accusing classmates that wouldn't fuck.
Mom [G#m] still thinks I should [C#m] go back to school.
And Justin still think I'm [E] good enough.
And Mama Jan still don't take [B] meds.
[C#m] And I still be asking God to show his face.
And I still be asking God to show his face. _ _ _
[E] I am a new man.
[B] [C#m] I am sanctified.
I am holy.
I have been baptized. _
[E] I have [G#m] been born again.
[B] I [C#m] am the white light.
_ Rain, rain, don't go. _
[E] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ [G#m] _
[C#m] _ _ _ [G#m] _ [C#m] _ _ _ _