Chords for GoldLink - Justine's Interlude | A COLORS SHOW
Tempo:
83.55 bpm
Chords used:
Em
B
F#m
Bm
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G] [B]
It's good to be home.
[Em] Yeah.
[G] [B]
[F#m] If [Em] I got you I'm a son of my God on my side.
What's the point of anybody else [B] right?
It's so much stuck on my mentalist so much you want my mind.
It's so much money and pussy and you think I'm going [Em] blind.
I think it's funny how blogs talk funny how many shows I had [B] winter with models were so many stories about you and so and so who from Harlem [F#m] it ain't too many from Harlem.
So [Em] take a guess.
Taking a jet so I can [G] recollect.
You say [B] what's up with your baby.
I always say what's next.
I mean what is we in it for.
From your friend circle like [Em] what did we enter for.
How you defend the dentist I'm [Bm] tired of diamond ball and I'm tired of hearing about if this [Em] thing up or hands on you.
How you trying to smile to [B] sit that's affecting us.
Then I get to overthinking if I'm here messing [E] up.
Mac died and I couldn't [Bm] talk and better thought to date before when we was [Em] talking about loving loss.
Then he mentioned every young [B] mama in newer songs never told us so but I knew he [Em] was dead all alone.
You do something to me.
I write [G] all my songs my women I never [B] keep.
I hate when I have to lose them I hate them when they see you one [F#m] of my six women that's in [Em] the heat.
I hate making promises that I never keep.
So promise to [B] never ever be too patient with me.
Just promise me love [F#m] and loyalty that's over [Em] honesty.
The devil be talking but God controlling me.
[B] Rock Nation dentist dead and quiet about me.
My God the realest.
That's how we [F#m] meet.
[Em] [B]
[Bm] [Em]
[Bm] [C]
[B] [Em]
It's good to be home.
[Em] Yeah.
[G] [B]
[F#m] If [Em] I got you I'm a son of my God on my side.
What's the point of anybody else [B] right?
It's so much stuck on my mentalist so much you want my mind.
It's so much money and pussy and you think I'm going [Em] blind.
I think it's funny how blogs talk funny how many shows I had [B] winter with models were so many stories about you and so and so who from Harlem [F#m] it ain't too many from Harlem.
So [Em] take a guess.
Taking a jet so I can [G] recollect.
You say [B] what's up with your baby.
I always say what's next.
I mean what is we in it for.
From your friend circle like [Em] what did we enter for.
How you defend the dentist I'm [Bm] tired of diamond ball and I'm tired of hearing about if this [Em] thing up or hands on you.
How you trying to smile to [B] sit that's affecting us.
Then I get to overthinking if I'm here messing [E] up.
Mac died and I couldn't [Bm] talk and better thought to date before when we was [Em] talking about loving loss.
Then he mentioned every young [B] mama in newer songs never told us so but I knew he [Em] was dead all alone.
You do something to me.
I write [G] all my songs my women I never [B] keep.
I hate when I have to lose them I hate them when they see you one [F#m] of my six women that's in [Em] the heat.
I hate making promises that I never keep.
So promise to [B] never ever be too patient with me.
Just promise me love [F#m] and loyalty that's over [Em] honesty.
The devil be talking but God controlling me.
[B] Rock Nation dentist dead and quiet about me.
My God the realest.
That's how we [F#m] meet.
[Em] [B]
[Bm] [Em]
[Bm] [C]
[B] [Em]
Key:
Em
B
F#m
Bm
G
Em
B
F#m
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [B] _
It's good to be home.
_ _ _ [Em] Yeah. _
_ [G] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#m] If [Em] I got you I'm a son of my God on my side.
What's the point of anybody else [B] right?
It's so much stuck on my mentalist so much you want my mind.
It's so much money and pussy and you think I'm going [Em] blind.
I think it's funny how blogs talk funny how many shows I had [B] winter with models were so many stories about you and so and so who from Harlem [F#m] it ain't too many from Harlem.
So [Em] take a guess.
Taking a jet so I can [G] recollect.
You say [B] what's up with your baby.
I always say what's next.
I mean what is we in it for.
From your friend circle like [Em] what did we enter for.
How you defend the dentist I'm [Bm] tired of diamond ball and I'm tired of hearing about if this [Em] thing up or hands on you.
How you trying to smile to [B] sit that's affecting us.
Then I get to overthinking if I'm here messing [E] up.
Mac died and I couldn't [Bm] talk and better thought to date before when we was [Em] talking about loving loss.
Then he mentioned every young [B] mama in newer songs never told us so but I knew he [Em] was dead all alone.
You do something to me.
I write [G] all my songs my women I never [B] keep.
I hate when I have to lose them I hate them when they see you one [F#m] of my six women that's in [Em] the heat.
I hate making promises that I never keep.
So promise to [B] never ever be too patient with me.
Just promise me love [F#m] and loyalty that's over [Em] honesty.
The devil be talking but God controlling me.
[B] Rock Nation dentist dead and quiet about me.
My God the realest.
That's how we [F#m] meet.
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
It's good to be home.
_ _ _ [Em] Yeah. _
_ [G] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#m] If [Em] I got you I'm a son of my God on my side.
What's the point of anybody else [B] right?
It's so much stuck on my mentalist so much you want my mind.
It's so much money and pussy and you think I'm going [Em] blind.
I think it's funny how blogs talk funny how many shows I had [B] winter with models were so many stories about you and so and so who from Harlem [F#m] it ain't too many from Harlem.
So [Em] take a guess.
Taking a jet so I can [G] recollect.
You say [B] what's up with your baby.
I always say what's next.
I mean what is we in it for.
From your friend circle like [Em] what did we enter for.
How you defend the dentist I'm [Bm] tired of diamond ball and I'm tired of hearing about if this [Em] thing up or hands on you.
How you trying to smile to [B] sit that's affecting us.
Then I get to overthinking if I'm here messing [E] up.
Mac died and I couldn't [Bm] talk and better thought to date before when we was [Em] talking about loving loss.
Then he mentioned every young [B] mama in newer songs never told us so but I knew he [Em] was dead all alone.
You do something to me.
I write [G] all my songs my women I never [B] keep.
I hate when I have to lose them I hate them when they see you one [F#m] of my six women that's in [Em] the heat.
I hate making promises that I never keep.
So promise to [B] never ever be too patient with me.
Just promise me love [F#m] and loyalty that's over [Em] honesty.
The devil be talking but God controlling me.
[B] Rock Nation dentist dead and quiet about me.
My God the realest.
That's how we [F#m] meet.
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _