Chords for Dirty Heads - Bum Bum feat. Villain Park (Official Lyric Video)

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Dirty Heads - Bum Bum feat. Villain Park (Official Lyric Video) chords
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Beat up, beat up, God's love.
[Gm] Beat up, beat up, God's [Dm] love.
[G] on a skylight.
[G] eye.
[G] now your mind's time.
[G] on a weeknight, little of a street fight.
[G] I'm the making the ace, breaking records at pace.
fireplace.
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Beat up, beat up, God's love.
_ [Dm] _ _ _
[Gm] Beat up, beat up, God's _ [Dm] _ love.
You can find me [G] on a skylight.
From my feet and I go bye [D] bye.
Floating through the elevator, I'm a mind's [G] eye.
I'm fine, feeling dizzy [G] like a rascal.
[D] Baby, I'm grime.
And if you wanna square up, then [G] now your mind's time.
_ [D] Taking gravity bongs back at high time.
Find me [G] on a weeknight, little of a street fight.
Smoking [D] on a peace pipe,
trying to get my teeth fixed, right?
[G] I'm the making the ace, breaking records at pace.
And I need another win like the devil needs a fireplace.
Smoking in the back room,
sitting in the black [D] room.
Screaming in the quiet place, hoping to come back [G] soon.
Fuck it man, I'm tired.
[D] Man, it's really pretty pointless
when you're sitting at a high [G] rate.
Looking for a [D] hideaway, smoke some
and hibernate, I am great.
[Eb] Beat up, beat up, God's love.
Run [Dm] into the night, we come. _
[G] Beat up, beat up, God's love.
Follow [Dm] if you want me, won't.
Won't be worse.
[Gm] Beat up, beat up, God's love.
Run into [D] the night, we come. _
[Gm] Beat up, beat up, God's love.
Follow [D] if you want me, won't.
Won't be worse.
People going crazy, yeah we losing control.
The heat is getting hotter like the fire below.
[G] Yeah, I'm about to lose it,
man, I've seen it before.
[D] About to hit the limit, watch my litter [G] explode.
So now I'm going, going, going, back to California.
[D] Cause I've been all around,
I know the rain [D] not performing.
[G] Flipping over tables, I'm a locust for loans.
I'm [D] out my hunt for something nice to give me highs [G] to moan.
No, I ain't got time for a decline.
And I'm fine with the fact that I ain't fine.
If you see me come, I'll keep on running,
shit is hitting the floor.
[D] The heat is getting hotter like the fire [G] below.
Yeah, I'm about to lose it,
man, I've seen it before.
[D] About to hit the limit, watch my litter explode.
So [G] now I ain't got time for a decline.
[D] And I'm fine with the fact that I ain't [G] fine.
Let it go.
Beat up, beat up, God's love.
Run into [D] the night, we come.
[C] _
[G] Beat up, beat up, God's love.
Follow [D] if you want, be with me.
Want, be with me.
[Gm] Beat up, beat up, God's love.
Run into [D] the night, _ _ [Gm] we come.
Beat up, beat up, God's love.
Follow [Dm] if you want, be with me.
Want, be with [Gm] me.
Beat up, beat up, God's love.
_ [D] _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ Follow [Dm] if you want, be with me.
Want, be with me.
[G] This is hip-hop, feel like cock and grip.
Like, fuck [D] the world, yeah, that's the code we live by.
My [G] ass is real life, shit, this ain't no improv shit.
My [D] family rent, hot, hold up, check my wrist, [G] watch.
We ain't got no time to be playing on no Tick-Tock.
On no [D] Instagram, got the dreams by the zip lock.
The [G] fire on us, yeah, they never seen us this hot.
Whole [D] team on go, and when you pull it,
not that quick [G] stop, straight finish it, drop.
Look at the broken side of the session.
[D] Just an adolescent, the teacher rap is baggy,
but let me [G] think and feel it in my presence.
I'm not your ordinary, no.
Flepped on yourself, cause you was too busy chasing my flow.
Chasing my dream with my team, we making it [D] grow.
Ain't no escaping it, shit, like getting high, we [G] low.
But I feel amazing, they tell me I'm destined for [D] greatness.
I'm focused and I raise it, going hard on [G] a regular basis.
Benjamin Franklin, dead president faces.
[D] My pockets are murderous, behind a pen like correctional [G] stasis.
Pressure ain't nothing but pressure, that's some testing I'll [D] make here.
We all witnesses to hell on earth, [G] heaven's awaiting.
And I'ma walk the gates, walk with faith.
But [D] until then, it be the naughty dread with the dirty hands [G] going.
But stay rational, spreading love through this music we making.
It's our nation.
[Gm] _ _ But it's [D] lit, I gotta be the one to say it. _
[Gm] Be done, be done, be done, follow [Dm] if you want, be one, want, [Gm] be one.
Be done, be done, be done, run it [D] to the night, be kind.
[Gm] Be done, be done, be done, follow [Dm] if you want, be one, want, be one.
_ _ _ _ [Gm] Be _ [Dm]
done, _ [G] be done, be done, follow if [Dm] you want, be one, want, be one.
[Gm] Be done, be done, be done, follow if you want, be one, want, be one.
_ [Dm] _ _