Tired Chords by Everlast
Tempo:
91.6 bpm
Chords used:
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F
Fm
Gb
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F]
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[F]
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I'm going to be a psycho.
That's how I go.
You know, you won't see me shaking.
I'm about to blow the spot on who's real and who's faking.
Who's giving, [F] who's taking.
Who's living, who's starving.
You can't touch me, whip a 10 for the pole.
You on the mic, time, [Bbm] headstone carpet.
And never tap right here, cause strike you like that.
Dissolve you like powder, you turned up louder.
You want pumped up, I just get the cheese.
[F] Buy a cottage, I like mean streaks.
I like Spanish freaks.
I like Korean barbecue.
I like old school beats.
[Bbm] I'm sick of all the shit that's dropping.
And I'm tired of all the lip that's popping.
And all the whack attitudes people copping.
[Fm] I'm only trying to get a few heads popping.
[Bbm] And I'm sick of all the shit that's dropping.
And I'm tired of all the lip that's popping.
And all the whack attitudes people copping.
I'm only trying to get a few heads popping.
You go bang, bang, boogie.
I'm sick like a loogie.
I'm wiser than blood.
I'm thicker than blood.
[F] I'm older than time, molded from the divine.
How can you be so bold and think you'll take mine?
I'm cash like Grindy, it's the highway man.
And I'm walking this line the best way I can.
With my farmer's tag and my bloodshot [Bbm] eyes.
I ain't body no one, I ain't chop no pies.
With the butters from the gutters, I'm about to explode.
And blow the spot for folk now up the gun hill [F] road.
Like artillery shells, meant for heaven to hell.
And [Gb] I'ma say a little prayer for every rapper that fell.
[Bbm] I'm sick of all the shit that's dropping.
And I'm tired of all the lip that's popping.
And all the whack attitudes people copping.
I'm only trying [Fm] to get a few heads popping.
[Bbm] Yo, I'm sick of all the shit that's dropping.
And I'm tired of all the lip that's popping.
And all the whack attitudes people copping.
I'm only trying to get a few heads popping.
[D]
[Bbm]
[F]
[Bbm]
I'm going to be a psycho.
That's how I go.
You know, you won't see me shaking.
I'm about to blow the spot on who's real and who's faking.
Who's giving, [F] who's taking.
Who's living, who's starving.
You can't touch me, whip a 10 for the pole.
You on the mic, time, [Bbm] headstone carpet.
And never tap right here, cause strike you like that.
Dissolve you like powder, you turned up louder.
You want pumped up, I just get the cheese.
[F] Buy a cottage, I like mean streaks.
I like Spanish freaks.
I like Korean barbecue.
I like old school beats.
[Bbm] I'm sick of all the shit that's dropping.
And I'm tired of all the lip that's popping.
And all the whack attitudes people copping.
[Fm] I'm only trying to get a few heads popping.
[Bbm] And I'm sick of all the shit that's dropping.
And I'm tired of all the lip that's popping.
And all the whack attitudes people copping.
I'm only trying to get a few heads popping.
You go bang, bang, boogie.
I'm sick like a loogie.
I'm wiser than blood.
I'm thicker than blood.
[F] I'm older than time, molded from the divine.
How can you be so bold and think you'll take mine?
I'm cash like Grindy, it's the highway man.
And I'm walking this line the best way I can.
With my farmer's tag and my bloodshot [Bbm] eyes.
I ain't body no one, I ain't chop no pies.
With the butters from the gutters, I'm about to explode.
And blow the spot for folk now up the gun hill [F] road.
Like artillery shells, meant for heaven to hell.
And [Gb] I'ma say a little prayer for every rapper that fell.
[Bbm] I'm sick of all the shit that's dropping.
And I'm tired of all the lip that's popping.
And all the whack attitudes people copping.
I'm only trying [Fm] to get a few heads popping.
[Bbm] Yo, I'm sick of all the shit that's dropping.
And I'm tired of all the lip that's popping.
And all the whack attitudes people copping.
I'm only trying to get a few heads popping.
[D]
Key:
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F
Fm
Gb
D
Bbm
F
Fm
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _
_ I'm going to be a _ _ _ psycho.
That's how I go.
You know, you won't see me shaking.
I'm about to blow the spot on who's real and who's faking.
Who's giving, [F] who's taking.
Who's living, who's starving.
You can't touch me, whip a 10 for the pole.
You on the mic, time, [Bbm] headstone carpet.
And never tap right here, cause strike you like that.
Dissolve you like powder, you turned up louder.
You want pumped up, I just get the cheese.
[F] Buy a cottage, I like mean streaks.
I like Spanish freaks.
I like Korean barbecue.
I like old school beats.
[Bbm] I'm sick of all the shit that's dropping.
And I'm tired of all the lip that's popping.
And all the whack attitudes people copping.
[Fm] I'm only trying to get a few heads popping.
[Bbm] And I'm sick of all the shit that's dropping.
And I'm tired of all the lip that's popping.
And all the whack attitudes people copping.
I'm only trying to get a few heads popping. _ _
_ _ _ _ You go bang, bang, boogie.
I'm sick like a loogie.
I'm wiser than blood.
I'm thicker than blood.
[F] I'm older than time, molded from the divine.
How can you be so bold and think you'll take mine?
I'm cash like Grindy, it's the highway man.
And I'm walking this line the best way I can.
With my farmer's tag and my bloodshot [Bbm] eyes.
I ain't body no one, I ain't chop no pies.
With the butters from the gutters, I'm about to explode.
And blow the spot for folk now up the gun hill [F] road.
Like artillery shells, meant for heaven to hell.
And [Gb] I'ma say a little prayer for every rapper that fell.
[Bbm] I'm sick of all the shit that's dropping.
And I'm tired of all the lip that's popping.
And all the whack attitudes people copping.
I'm only trying [Fm] to get a few heads popping.
[Bbm] Yo, I'm sick of all the shit that's dropping.
And I'm tired of all the lip that's popping.
And all the whack attitudes people copping.
I'm only trying to get a few heads popping.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _
_ I'm going to be a _ _ _ psycho.
That's how I go.
You know, you won't see me shaking.
I'm about to blow the spot on who's real and who's faking.
Who's giving, [F] who's taking.
Who's living, who's starving.
You can't touch me, whip a 10 for the pole.
You on the mic, time, [Bbm] headstone carpet.
And never tap right here, cause strike you like that.
Dissolve you like powder, you turned up louder.
You want pumped up, I just get the cheese.
[F] Buy a cottage, I like mean streaks.
I like Spanish freaks.
I like Korean barbecue.
I like old school beats.
[Bbm] I'm sick of all the shit that's dropping.
And I'm tired of all the lip that's popping.
And all the whack attitudes people copping.
[Fm] I'm only trying to get a few heads popping.
[Bbm] And I'm sick of all the shit that's dropping.
And I'm tired of all the lip that's popping.
And all the whack attitudes people copping.
I'm only trying to get a few heads popping. _ _
_ _ _ _ You go bang, bang, boogie.
I'm sick like a loogie.
I'm wiser than blood.
I'm thicker than blood.
[F] I'm older than time, molded from the divine.
How can you be so bold and think you'll take mine?
I'm cash like Grindy, it's the highway man.
And I'm walking this line the best way I can.
With my farmer's tag and my bloodshot [Bbm] eyes.
I ain't body no one, I ain't chop no pies.
With the butters from the gutters, I'm about to explode.
And blow the spot for folk now up the gun hill [F] road.
Like artillery shells, meant for heaven to hell.
And [Gb] I'ma say a little prayer for every rapper that fell.
[Bbm] I'm sick of all the shit that's dropping.
And I'm tired of all the lip that's popping.
And all the whack attitudes people copping.
I'm only trying [Fm] to get a few heads popping.
[Bbm] Yo, I'm sick of all the shit that's dropping.
And I'm tired of all the lip that's popping.
And all the whack attitudes people copping.
I'm only trying to get a few heads popping.
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_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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