Chords for delinquent habits - western ways
Tempo:
99 bpm
Chords used:
B
D
Bm
F#
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

Start Jamming...
[D]
[B] [F#]
[Bm] [D]
[B] [D]
[B] So,
[D]
[Bm] [C#] [E]
[Bm] put me to flight to 30 cities around this lane, give me a fat sec, you're scared some cash in here,
some bottles I can handle, they sell, set on the road, and I give them a damn deal,
the spotless flow, I want the rocks, so I gotta leave my Midwest, no truth to live,
get stormed, looking out over the Hudson River, see we popping, [F#] worldwide west to east,
anywhere the stomach acid in the belly of the beast, we keep this written, run down but still
[B] hitting, and they rise top [F#] tipping, pull my cut straight, nipping me, that's Tritillian Asia,
blowing snot bubbles like a late night [F#] butt bitch, face down in the [Bm] puddle if there's one thing I
learned from my travels that's ironic, [Bm] we all the same, it's just we smoke different chronic,
we are canales, homies, it's like you didn't know, you're the reason I came, I think it's time we go.
[D]
[B] [D]
[B] [D]
[Bm] [B] [D]
[Bm] I've been around in the [F#] game much longer than you can figure, all across the map to keep my
pocketbook bigger, the late night binges, the all night party, daily getting twisted off the herb
and [B] Bacardi, but only what we pull boys, but they more like family, started in the west, I
think the east is where they find me, a first class ticket, we flying overseas, crossing the
[F#] Atlantic for the Germanese [Bm] breeze, glistening the snow right down beside the Autobahn,
[Bm] spotting Hamburg, ended up in Amsterdam, hit the skies [F#] again, back home to my Calipa,
a little champagne to wear outside of the [Bm] river, let's take a little trip down south from the
border, chilling for me, that's how it goes, now I'm headed back home, living on the road
my record sounds cool
[D]
[B] [D]
[B] [D]
[Bm] [B]
[Bm] [F#]
[B] [F#m]
no matter how you see it now it's quite the same, you can tour with the [D] floor of that platinum fame,
[B] I give a damn about the fame homeboys, so you can keep that, I tour for the [D] game, I demonstrate the
fucking [B] straight cash, fame don't pay the bills, that's on the wheel, only cash from a [F#] ruler with
[Bm] masterpiece, I got all y'all in my sights tonight, you should be pumping like a hybrid,
with vocals bro, I'm playing about the funky road, I'm from the gates of California,
hymns like the bug the booth, all up on ya, catching the trends, all you know,
[Bm] I can't [F#] fight it, yo, I think it's [B] time we go
[D] [Bm] [B] [D]
[Bm] [D]
[B] [D]
[B] [Bm] [D]
[B] [D]
[B] [Bm] [F#m]
[Bm] [B] [D]
[B] [D]
[B] [D]
[B] [D]
[B] [D]
[Bm]
[B] [F#]
[Bm] [D]
[B] [D]
[B] So,
[D]
[Bm] [C#] [E]
[Bm] put me to flight to 30 cities around this lane, give me a fat sec, you're scared some cash in here,
some bottles I can handle, they sell, set on the road, and I give them a damn deal,
the spotless flow, I want the rocks, so I gotta leave my Midwest, no truth to live,
get stormed, looking out over the Hudson River, see we popping, [F#] worldwide west to east,
anywhere the stomach acid in the belly of the beast, we keep this written, run down but still
[B] hitting, and they rise top [F#] tipping, pull my cut straight, nipping me, that's Tritillian Asia,
blowing snot bubbles like a late night [F#] butt bitch, face down in the [Bm] puddle if there's one thing I
learned from my travels that's ironic, [Bm] we all the same, it's just we smoke different chronic,
we are canales, homies, it's like you didn't know, you're the reason I came, I think it's time we go.
[D]
[B] [D]
[B] [D]
[Bm] [B] [D]
[Bm] I've been around in the [F#] game much longer than you can figure, all across the map to keep my
pocketbook bigger, the late night binges, the all night party, daily getting twisted off the herb
and [B] Bacardi, but only what we pull boys, but they more like family, started in the west, I
think the east is where they find me, a first class ticket, we flying overseas, crossing the
[F#] Atlantic for the Germanese [Bm] breeze, glistening the snow right down beside the Autobahn,
[Bm] spotting Hamburg, ended up in Amsterdam, hit the skies [F#] again, back home to my Calipa,
a little champagne to wear outside of the [Bm] river, let's take a little trip down south from the
border, chilling for me, that's how it goes, now I'm headed back home, living on the road
my record sounds cool
[D]
[B] [D]
[B] [D]
[Bm] [B]
[Bm] [F#]
[B] [F#m]
no matter how you see it now it's quite the same, you can tour with the [D] floor of that platinum fame,
[B] I give a damn about the fame homeboys, so you can keep that, I tour for the [D] game, I demonstrate the
fucking [B] straight cash, fame don't pay the bills, that's on the wheel, only cash from a [F#] ruler with
[Bm] masterpiece, I got all y'all in my sights tonight, you should be pumping like a hybrid,
with vocals bro, I'm playing about the funky road, I'm from the gates of California,
hymns like the bug the booth, all up on ya, catching the trends, all you know,
[Bm] I can't [F#] fight it, yo, I think it's [B] time we go
[D] [Bm] [B] [D]
[Bm] [D]
[B] [D]
[B] [Bm] [D]
[B] [D]
[B] [Bm] [F#m]
[Bm] [B] [D]
[B] [D]
[B] [D]
[B] [D]
[B] [D]
[Bm]
Key:
B
D
Bm
F#
F#m
B
D
Bm
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] _ So,
_ _ _ [D] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ [E] _
[Bm] put me to flight to 30 cities around this lane, give me a fat sec, you're scared some cash in here,
some bottles I can handle, they sell, set on the road, and I give them a damn deal,
the spotless flow, I want the rocks, so I gotta leave my Midwest, no truth to live,
get stormed, looking out over the Hudson River, see we popping, [F#] worldwide west to east,
anywhere the stomach acid in the belly of the beast, we keep this written, run down but still
[B] hitting, and they rise top [F#] tipping, pull my cut straight, nipping me, that's Tritillian Asia,
blowing snot bubbles like a late night [F#] butt bitch, face down in the [Bm] puddle if there's one thing I
learned from my travels that's ironic, [Bm] we all the same, it's just we smoke different chronic,
we are canales, homies, it's like you didn't know, you're the reason I came, I think it's time we go.
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ [D] _
[Bm] I've been around in the [F#] game much longer than you can figure, all across the map to keep my
pocketbook bigger, the late night binges, the all night party, daily getting twisted off the herb
and [B] Bacardi, but only what we pull boys, but they more like family, started in the west, I
think the east is where they find me, a first class ticket, we flying overseas, crossing the
[F#] Atlantic for the Germanese [Bm] breeze, glistening the snow right down beside the Autobahn,
[Bm] spotting Hamburg, ended up in Amsterdam, hit the skies [F#] again, back home to my Calipa,
a little champagne to wear outside of the [Bm] river, let's take a little trip down south from the
border, chilling for me, _ _ that's how it goes, now I'm headed back home, living on the road
my record sounds cool
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[Bm] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
no matter how you see it now it's quite the same, you can tour with the [D] floor of that platinum fame,
[B] I give a damn about the fame homeboys, so you can keep that, I tour for the [D] game, I demonstrate the
fucking [B] straight cash, fame don't pay the bills, that's on the wheel, only cash from a [F#] ruler with
[Bm] masterpiece, I got all y'all in my sights tonight, you should be pumping like a hybrid,
with vocals bro, I'm playing about the funky road, I'm from the gates of California,
hymns like the bug the booth, all up on ya, catching the trends, all you know,
[Bm] I can't [F#] fight it, yo, I think it's [B] time we go
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] _ So,
_ _ _ [D] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ [E] _
[Bm] put me to flight to 30 cities around this lane, give me a fat sec, you're scared some cash in here,
some bottles I can handle, they sell, set on the road, and I give them a damn deal,
the spotless flow, I want the rocks, so I gotta leave my Midwest, no truth to live,
get stormed, looking out over the Hudson River, see we popping, [F#] worldwide west to east,
anywhere the stomach acid in the belly of the beast, we keep this written, run down but still
[B] hitting, and they rise top [F#] tipping, pull my cut straight, nipping me, that's Tritillian Asia,
blowing snot bubbles like a late night [F#] butt bitch, face down in the [Bm] puddle if there's one thing I
learned from my travels that's ironic, [Bm] we all the same, it's just we smoke different chronic,
we are canales, homies, it's like you didn't know, you're the reason I came, I think it's time we go.
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ [D] _
[Bm] I've been around in the [F#] game much longer than you can figure, all across the map to keep my
pocketbook bigger, the late night binges, the all night party, daily getting twisted off the herb
and [B] Bacardi, but only what we pull boys, but they more like family, started in the west, I
think the east is where they find me, a first class ticket, we flying overseas, crossing the
[F#] Atlantic for the Germanese [Bm] breeze, glistening the snow right down beside the Autobahn,
[Bm] spotting Hamburg, ended up in Amsterdam, hit the skies [F#] again, back home to my Calipa,
a little champagne to wear outside of the [Bm] river, let's take a little trip down south from the
border, chilling for me, _ _ that's how it goes, now I'm headed back home, living on the road
my record sounds cool
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[Bm] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
no matter how you see it now it's quite the same, you can tour with the [D] floor of that platinum fame,
[B] I give a damn about the fame homeboys, so you can keep that, I tour for the [D] game, I demonstrate the
fucking [B] straight cash, fame don't pay the bills, that's on the wheel, only cash from a [F#] ruler with
[Bm] masterpiece, I got all y'all in my sights tonight, you should be pumping like a hybrid,
with vocals bro, I'm playing about the funky road, I'm from the gates of California,
hymns like the bug the booth, all up on ya, catching the trends, all you know,
[Bm] I can't [F#] fight it, yo, I think it's [B] time we go
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _