Chords for Higher
Tempo:
73.95 bpm
Chords used:
F#
F#m
C#
B
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Jam Along & Learn...
[F#] You know, I've been around for a [B] while now.
Not [C#] sure if I have much [F#] left to prove.
now, I'm being damned.
the balcony in France.
SHADY!
crowd,
Where am I supposed to go from [F#m] here?
every time I think I hit my [C#m] ceiling,
Not [C#] sure if I have much [F#] left to prove.
now, I'm being damned.
the balcony in France.
SHADY!
crowd,
Where am I supposed to go from [F#m] here?
every time I think I hit my [C#m] ceiling,
100% ➙ 74BPM
F#
F#m
C#
B
Bm
F#
F#m
C#
_ _ _ [F#] You know, I've been around for a [B] while now.
Not [C#] sure if I have much [F#] left to prove.
Yeah, I do.
Definitely.
I look at me now, I'm being damned.
How proud of me I am.
What I did is [B] nothing to sneeze at, even if your allergies are bad.
I'm up in the balcony in France.
I look [C#] around, I see the [F#] fans.
How they surround me in the stands.
How they could drown in a sea of hands.
They're hollering,
SHADY!
Yelling it out to me, and that's what I mean when I say
that one day, someway, somehow, if I get the [B] chance to get a crowd,
I'd flip it around and have a [C#] crowd give me the [F#] chance.
I've done it all, man.
But in actuality, I haven't.
Yes.
Where am I supposed to go from [F#m] here?
Hey, really, [B] I have no idea.
[Bm] All I know is every time I think I hit my [C#m] ceiling,
[F#m] I go higher than I've ever fucking been.
My only limit is my skin.
Where am I supposed to go from here?
Hey, really, [Bm] I have no idea.
All I know is every time I think I hit my [C#m] ceiling,
[F#m] I go higher than I've ever fucking been.
[F#] Got no time for no haters in this bitch.
More [A] toleration for the shit,
but like medication, my dedication [B] in the time it takes to do this shit
reminds me of how an overcrowded hospital [C#] waiting room would get.
[F#] What I mean is maybe I have [G#] more patience than I'm able to admit.
Yeah, but I'm still [F#m] mentally stable.
There's a three-legged table in this bitch.
Fame was a switch, but I was grateful to trade this shit for the trailer with a hitch.
Then it would make me [B] a raving lunatic.
But I [C#] made it through my [F#] situation.
I hit pay dirt, now I get paper like a stapler in this bitch.
But just cause I made a little bit,
don't mean I've changed a little bit.
Brain full of wit, dangerous, can't distinguish this English language when it's lit.
[Bm] And I'm just berating you with it.
It's shady till I'm eighty, [C#] till I spit this [F#] crazy even gravy.
Knows I'm a moron.
Better get the [F#m] handkerchief again.
So where am I supposed to go from here?
Hey, really, [Bm] I have no idea.
All I know is every time I think I hit my [C#m] ceiling,
[F#m] I go higher than I've ever fucking been.
You know I talk about this shit a lot.
Where am I supposed to go from here?
Hey, really, [Bm] I have no idea.
All I know is every time I think I hit my [C#m] ceiling,
[C#] I go higher than [F#m] I've ever fucking been.
Oh now, what am I gonna do?
Can't nothing hold me, I'm on the loose.
[A] Born a winner, damn it's so hard to lose.
[F#] I can do it even when I'm trying to.
When my record flop, [B] still go through the roof.
This atmosphere is so intense as [C#] you.
It's only [F#] crime making money moves.
And you ain't gonna [G#] do that if you want it down.
You gotta take [F#m] shots, check it out.
I'm in proof.
Been in survival mode, since a five year old.
It was I alone, since my track was those viral notebook.
I'm like my [Bm] phone.
But looking back, how bad it was then.
If it hadn't [C#] have been for the [F#] pad and the pen [F#m] addict.
Mama, dad, beat dad.
I wouldn't have had [F#] the savage within.
Having to win every [F#m] single battle I'm in.
All I ever wanted was to be an MC.
Tediously, I wrote, obediently.
Believing in me, [Bm] EPMD.
Lost the head teaching degrees.
Learned to defeat enemies with the [C#] ink.
Thinking of these [F#] rhymes would be as easy as E.
And [F#m] graffiti would be like remedial reading to me.
Till my last breath, leave my lungs.
I'ma beat my drum for the [F#] streets I'm from.
The East Side Slum, gotta [F#m] remind them.
I'll take a four out like a [Bm] E-5 bomb.
You see my finger, you see my thumb.
You [C#] see my fist, fuck a [F#m] peace pipe.
I'm here for the smoke, but it's not the [F#] weed I want.
With this beat, I brung for the beef I've come.
But you [F#m] better bring it if you wanna recline from.
This is for you to be lyrically inclined.
It'll be a steep climb up.
That'll be an [B] uphill battle.
But I'm up like your feet in a recliner.
[C#] And I think I'm [F#m] about to go out on a limb like a tree climber.
Time to push my ceiling higher.
Cause where am I supposed to go from [A] here?
[C#] Hey, really I have no [Bm] idea.
All I know is [B] every time I think I hit my ceiling,
[F#] I go higher than I've ever fucking been.
Where am I supposed to go from here?
Hey, really I have no idea.
All I know is [C#m] every time I think I hit my ceiling,
[A#] I go [F#m] higher than I've ever fucking been.
[D] _
Not [C#] sure if I have much [F#] left to prove.
Yeah, I do.
Definitely.
I look at me now, I'm being damned.
How proud of me I am.
What I did is [B] nothing to sneeze at, even if your allergies are bad.
I'm up in the balcony in France.
I look [C#] around, I see the [F#] fans.
How they surround me in the stands.
How they could drown in a sea of hands.
They're hollering,
SHADY!
Yelling it out to me, and that's what I mean when I say
that one day, someway, somehow, if I get the [B] chance to get a crowd,
I'd flip it around and have a [C#] crowd give me the [F#] chance.
I've done it all, man.
But in actuality, I haven't.
Yes.
Where am I supposed to go from [F#m] here?
Hey, really, [B] I have no idea.
[Bm] All I know is every time I think I hit my [C#m] ceiling,
[F#m] I go higher than I've ever fucking been.
My only limit is my skin.
Where am I supposed to go from here?
Hey, really, [Bm] I have no idea.
All I know is every time I think I hit my [C#m] ceiling,
[F#m] I go higher than I've ever fucking been.
[F#] Got no time for no haters in this bitch.
More [A] toleration for the shit,
but like medication, my dedication [B] in the time it takes to do this shit
reminds me of how an overcrowded hospital [C#] waiting room would get.
[F#] What I mean is maybe I have [G#] more patience than I'm able to admit.
Yeah, but I'm still [F#m] mentally stable.
There's a three-legged table in this bitch.
Fame was a switch, but I was grateful to trade this shit for the trailer with a hitch.
Then it would make me [B] a raving lunatic.
But I [C#] made it through my [F#] situation.
I hit pay dirt, now I get paper like a stapler in this bitch.
But just cause I made a little bit,
don't mean I've changed a little bit.
Brain full of wit, dangerous, can't distinguish this English language when it's lit.
[Bm] And I'm just berating you with it.
It's shady till I'm eighty, [C#] till I spit this [F#] crazy even gravy.
Knows I'm a moron.
Better get the [F#m] handkerchief again.
So where am I supposed to go from here?
Hey, really, [Bm] I have no idea.
All I know is every time I think I hit my [C#m] ceiling,
[F#m] I go higher than I've ever fucking been.
You know I talk about this shit a lot.
Where am I supposed to go from here?
Hey, really, [Bm] I have no idea.
All I know is every time I think I hit my [C#m] ceiling,
[C#] I go higher than [F#m] I've ever fucking been.
Oh now, what am I gonna do?
Can't nothing hold me, I'm on the loose.
[A] Born a winner, damn it's so hard to lose.
[F#] I can do it even when I'm trying to.
When my record flop, [B] still go through the roof.
This atmosphere is so intense as [C#] you.
It's only [F#] crime making money moves.
And you ain't gonna [G#] do that if you want it down.
You gotta take [F#m] shots, check it out.
I'm in proof.
Been in survival mode, since a five year old.
It was I alone, since my track was those viral notebook.
I'm like my [Bm] phone.
But looking back, how bad it was then.
If it hadn't [C#] have been for the [F#] pad and the pen [F#m] addict.
Mama, dad, beat dad.
I wouldn't have had [F#] the savage within.
Having to win every [F#m] single battle I'm in.
All I ever wanted was to be an MC.
Tediously, I wrote, obediently.
Believing in me, [Bm] EPMD.
Lost the head teaching degrees.
Learned to defeat enemies with the [C#] ink.
Thinking of these [F#] rhymes would be as easy as E.
And [F#m] graffiti would be like remedial reading to me.
Till my last breath, leave my lungs.
I'ma beat my drum for the [F#] streets I'm from.
The East Side Slum, gotta [F#m] remind them.
I'll take a four out like a [Bm] E-5 bomb.
You see my finger, you see my thumb.
You [C#] see my fist, fuck a [F#m] peace pipe.
I'm here for the smoke, but it's not the [F#] weed I want.
With this beat, I brung for the beef I've come.
But you [F#m] better bring it if you wanna recline from.
This is for you to be lyrically inclined.
It'll be a steep climb up.
That'll be an [B] uphill battle.
But I'm up like your feet in a recliner.
[C#] And I think I'm [F#m] about to go out on a limb like a tree climber.
Time to push my ceiling higher.
Cause where am I supposed to go from [A] here?
[C#] Hey, really I have no [Bm] idea.
All I know is [B] every time I think I hit my ceiling,
[F#] I go higher than I've ever fucking been.
Where am I supposed to go from here?
Hey, really I have no idea.
All I know is [C#m] every time I think I hit my ceiling,
[A#] I go [F#m] higher than I've ever fucking been.
[D] _