Chords for Chance The Rapper - All Night (Coloring Book)

[Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _
[Bm] Mom big fella, you drunk big fella.
Two cents [A] and now you want a trip [Bm] big fella.
You not a drinker.
I can see it [A] on your leg big fella.
[Bm] You wobbly big fella.
You finna fall.
[G] Sit down you [A] drunk big fella.
[Em] All [Bm] night I put your gun [G] out, I put your gun out, I put your gun out, hey.
All night I put _ your gun out, I put your gun out, I put your gun out, _ [D] _ hey.
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Everybody [N] outside, everybody outside, wanna pull up outside all night, yo.
Everybody high five, everybody wanna smile, everybody wanna lie, that's nice, yo.
Oh now you wanna chill, oh now you wanna build, oh now you got to feel, that's cool, yo.
Oh now you got the gas, oh now you wanna laugh, oh now you need a cab, [Em] that's true, yo.
All [Bm] you do [Em] is talk, I ain't got shit to say.
[Bm] Can't no one get in my car, I [D] don't even ballet.
[Bm] Long discussions, oh you my cousin?
[G] No you [Em] wasn't.
You just wanna ride.
You just wanna talk [Bm] about father's dick, Chicago shit, and rocket shit.
[Am] Start dancing, [G] ho.
All night I put your gun out, I put your gun [D] out, I _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ put your gun out, I put your gun out, hey.
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
You just wanna spill fries on the seat, sprite on the seat, cum right on the seat.
Black girl she a lie on the seat, she a fart on the seat, now she jogging the streets.
I don't trust no one, faking like a fan, asking for a pic.
You should use your phone, call an Uber, you a goofy if you think I don't know you need a lift.
[Bm] Is you is or is you ain't [G] got gas [A] money.
[E] No [B] IOU's or debit cards, [G] I need cash [A] money.
So [E] back up, [B] back up, I need space now, I [G] need you to slow down, it's [A] not a race [Bm] now.
Can't really hear what you gotta say now.
[G] _ _ [Em] Start dancing, ho.
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