Chords for Clockwork Indigo (Flatbush Zombies & The Underachievers) - LUAM

[B] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
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I'm a
Clockwork dang she wanna party [Eb] and hang with the Lord to the leg
I think I think got the off [B] to test for the end [Eb] on the plate
She was going in a half got that goddamn realest it [B] fucking Graham got a rocket [Eb] in my head.
Take a hit
That's a blast goddamn goddamn when the saw g in town that little surgeon around got it in my head bang goddamn goddamn
They [B] get split by Marley
Choney I distorted _
Eesa go get parted
My target get departed
Black boy shrapnel haunted
In the cold you saw your crew
Million men my starter
Feel the drugs run through your core
It's in her socket shooting comet
[Bbm] You can see [Abm] she ride for Christ
[Ebm]
She live it for the sex and drugs
She crucify the night
My oil is glowing [B] like it's dipped [Bb] in love
And [B] ultraviolet light the culture
Rolling [Bbm] multi [B]-flows to me
Diversify the mind
So what's your type?
_ _ [Eb] _ _ So what's your type?
_ _ _ _ [B] So what's your type?
_ _ _ _ So what's [Eb] your type?
_ _ So [B] what's your type?
So what's your type?
Ain't this what you want?
Love, sex, drugs
Ain't this what you want?
_ Gun, drug, blood
Ain't this what you want?
Man we the best bruh
That nigga got a vest cut
That nigga from the neck up
Ain't this what you want?
_ Love, sex, drugs
[Abm] Ain't this what you want?
_ Guns, big blood
Ain't this [B] what you want?
Man we the best bruh
[Gm] That nigga got [F] a vest cut
That nigga from the neck up Travel [B] paraphernalia
Driving like the whip is stolen
Man it's truly a shame
They say this era's a moment
My motive not up for bargain
I can't cosign every artist
My [Ebm] niggas be around with dollars
[B] Hustling, struggling and mobbing Travel paraphernalia
Driving like the whip is stolen
Man it's truly a shame
[F] They say this era's a [B] moment
My motive not up for bargain
I can't cosign every artist
My niggas be around with dollars
Hustling, struggling and mobbing
Sometimes blood ain't thick enough
Drug life, get em up
Dip my fingertips in acid
[Abm] So they ain't no need for gloves
Clockwork [B] indigo, [Abm] 400 micrograms
Just hit my toe, that's how I'll re-fulfill my love
Highest up, never take no [B] blood
Peace can leave a war in the sky
Two chicks pack my dick back and forth
And blow like they just hit the block
Jesus Christ, [Bbm] he just [B] nice
He slice like OJ did his wife
Two bricks on my feet, all white nice
My nigga, Christ, wasn't his nice
I'm one of the illest niggas to ever touch a mic
Tussin, ex-hittin, body on lean
But we ain't talking fitness, razor blade choppin
And split it, we runnin, we flippin, fuck all like we gymnasts
Get it?
Razor blade, gem shot
Fuck it, one day you get it
Nina a freak, a pussy be drippin
Don't fuck with the zombies, I might catch a homie
I finally found me a job for this Tommy _ Tommy
Job for this Tommy _ Tommy _ _ _ Tommy _ Tommy
_ _ Job for this Tommy Tommy _ _ _ _
Ain't this what you want?
_ Love sex, drug
Ain't this what you want?
_ Guns, pig, blood
Ain't this what you want?
Man, we the best, bruh
That nigga got a fast car
That nigga from the neck, uh
[F] Travel _ paraphernalia, driving like the whip of Stalin
Man, it's truly insane
They say this here is the moment
My motive not up for bargain
I [Bb] can't [B] cosign every artist
My niggas be around, we ballin
Hustlin, strugglin, and ballin
Fresh out the tomb, I finessed through the tomb
All I need is a pocket of checks, pocket of fumes
To proceed to the top of the fence, droppin that
Oh shit, watch them asses collect and feel cool
Stay cute to the mass of respect you pay, dude
[Bb] Fuck that, don't [B] be a slave to Nathan Mayhew
Wait, why [Abm] they still, they hate you?
They look no favour, fake to your brain and break through
Clockwork roster, puffin that boombastic
Got my flow so toxic, [Bbm] much of who they [B] project
So [Bb]-so alphabet, [B] them hoes just swallow
We were chosen, follow, [F] clear that road of sorrow
No tomorrow, [B] mama, hit this weed
[Abm] For the fallen soldiers, pour some [B] Hennessy
Sculpt the vultures, then restore the culture
When I'm dead and gone, remember what I told you
Yes, in the stone, I'll be the coldest author
And I'm flat but strong when it results in slaughter
At your dome with a seat to smoke
Well that's when you know that it's truly over
Back to back, I kill every track
I'm like H2O, I flow round the map
I got K to blow, but I'll keep that stack
Got some loud to blow, so I'll be right back
Fist that clock, work, _ _ work
Smoke smoke the best, err, err, _ boss
Fist that clock, work, work
Pop pop like marsh, work, work
Smoke smoke the best, err, err, boss
Y'all niggas had it, boss
[Eb] Ain't this what you want?
_ Love, sex, drugs, is this what you want?
[B] _ [F] Guns, big blood, is this what [B] you want?
Man, we the best, bruh
That nigga got a fast car
That nigga from the neck up _
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