Chords for Hollywood Undead - "Up In Smoke" (Official Lyric Video)
Tempo:
95.025 bpm
Chords used:
Dm
D
Gm
G
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I'm ready.
[E] So [D] everybody get down, let's go to rehab.
[Dm] I'm sore.
[Gm] I'm [D] sore.
[Gm]
[D] [Dm] [Gm]
[Dm] [Gm]
[Dm]
[D]
[Dm] [D] [Gm]
[D] [Dm] [Gm]
[D] I'm [Gm]
sore.
[D] I'm sore.
I'm sore.
[Gm]
I'm sore.
[D] I'm sore.
Scott had to rehab, Scott had to rehab
Everybody get down, look at [Dm] Scott had to rehab, [Gm] Scott had to rehab
[D] Oh [F] no, the bottles low [Gm] and I can't feel my [Dm] face no more
Oh no, we up in smoke [G] and I can't feel [Dm] my face no more
Oh no, the bottles low [Gm] and I can't feel [Dm] my face no more
Oh no, we up in smoke [G] and I can't feel [Dm] my face no more
[D] I'm fucked with a six pack, bonger a zig zag
[Gm] Shit dope, ill kid, [D] choke on a tic tac
I walked the line but my eyes are crooked
[Gm] Cup of more drinks bitch, [D] now you're good lookin'
Motherfuckin' real Hollywood, not some B-list actor
I made it as fuck, you're working Luma backwards
It's a house party, Los Angeles
So [Gm] fuck the five-o, middle [D] fingers and rubs
So everybody get down, look at Scott had to rehab, Scott had to rehab
And everybody get down, look at Scott had to rehab, Scott had to rehab
[Dm] Oh no, the bottles low and I can't feel my face no more
Oh no, we up in smoke [G] and I can't feel my [Dm] face no more
Oh no, the bottles low [Gm] and I can't feel [Dm] my face no more
Oh no, we up in smoke [D] and I can't feel [Dm] my face no more
It's low in the pain and every day in the low low
[Bb] I roll slow cause I'm [Dm] allergic to po-po
I smoke the nose when I chill with the cholos
[Bb] And y'all smoke po-po cause [Dm] you're chillin' with homos
I sip the clone and I chase it with some coke
[Gm] Pants all blowed up, [Dm] balls in the choke hold
Bitches gettin' naked in [F] the post-it with photos
[Gm] And hoppin' on my dick like [Dm] a shit in a postcode
So [E] everybody get down, look at Scott had to [G] rehab
Let's get fucked up and on [D] your helmet and knee pads
[Dm] Cause I'm so high, can't feel my [G] face
Cause me and weed go together [D] like Charlie and J-Dawn
[A] So everybody get down, look at Scott had to [G] rehab
Let's get fucked up and on your helmet and knee pads
Cause I'm so high, [D] can't feel my face
Cause me and weed go together like Charlie and J-Dawn
[Dm] Oh no, the bottle's low [Gm] and I can't feel my [Dm] face no more
Oh no, we up in smoke [G] and I can't feel [Dm] my face no more
[Gm]
[Dm] [G]
[Dm] Yeah I'm so [G] high
[D] Yeah I'm so high
I'm a gold, I'm so fine.
I'm a gold, I'm so fine.
[C]
[Ab]
[E] So [D] everybody get down, let's go to rehab.
[Dm] I'm sore.
[Gm] I'm [D] sore.
[Gm]
[D] [Dm] [Gm]
[Dm] [Gm]
[Dm]
[D]
[Dm] [D] [Gm]
[D] [Dm] [Gm]
[D] I'm [Gm]
sore.
[D] I'm sore.
I'm sore.
[Gm]
I'm sore.
[D] I'm sore.
Scott had to rehab, Scott had to rehab
Everybody get down, look at [Dm] Scott had to rehab, [Gm] Scott had to rehab
[D] Oh [F] no, the bottles low [Gm] and I can't feel my [Dm] face no more
Oh no, we up in smoke [G] and I can't feel [Dm] my face no more
Oh no, the bottles low [Gm] and I can't feel [Dm] my face no more
Oh no, we up in smoke [G] and I can't feel [Dm] my face no more
[D] I'm fucked with a six pack, bonger a zig zag
[Gm] Shit dope, ill kid, [D] choke on a tic tac
I walked the line but my eyes are crooked
[Gm] Cup of more drinks bitch, [D] now you're good lookin'
Motherfuckin' real Hollywood, not some B-list actor
I made it as fuck, you're working Luma backwards
It's a house party, Los Angeles
So [Gm] fuck the five-o, middle [D] fingers and rubs
So everybody get down, look at Scott had to rehab, Scott had to rehab
And everybody get down, look at Scott had to rehab, Scott had to rehab
[Dm] Oh no, the bottles low and I can't feel my face no more
Oh no, we up in smoke [G] and I can't feel my [Dm] face no more
Oh no, the bottles low [Gm] and I can't feel [Dm] my face no more
Oh no, we up in smoke [D] and I can't feel [Dm] my face no more
It's low in the pain and every day in the low low
[Bb] I roll slow cause I'm [Dm] allergic to po-po
I smoke the nose when I chill with the cholos
[Bb] And y'all smoke po-po cause [Dm] you're chillin' with homos
I sip the clone and I chase it with some coke
[Gm] Pants all blowed up, [Dm] balls in the choke hold
Bitches gettin' naked in [F] the post-it with photos
[Gm] And hoppin' on my dick like [Dm] a shit in a postcode
So [E] everybody get down, look at Scott had to [G] rehab
Let's get fucked up and on [D] your helmet and knee pads
[Dm] Cause I'm so high, can't feel my [G] face
Cause me and weed go together [D] like Charlie and J-Dawn
[A] So everybody get down, look at Scott had to [G] rehab
Let's get fucked up and on your helmet and knee pads
Cause I'm so high, [D] can't feel my face
Cause me and weed go together like Charlie and J-Dawn
[Dm] Oh no, the bottle's low [Gm] and I can't feel my [Dm] face no more
Oh no, we up in smoke [G] and I can't feel [Dm] my face no more
[Gm]
[Dm] [G]
[Dm] Yeah I'm so [G] high
[D] Yeah I'm so high
I'm a gold, I'm so fine.
I'm a gold, I'm so fine.
[C]
[Ab]
Key:
Dm
D
Gm
G
E
Dm
D
Gm
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I'm ready.
[E] _ So [D] everybody get down, let's go to rehab.
[Dm] _ I'm sore.
[Gm] I'm [D] _ _ _ sore.
_ [Gm] _
_ [D] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [Dm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Gm] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ I'm [Gm]
sore.
[D] _ I'm sore.
I'm sore.
[Gm] _
I'm sore.
[D] _ _ I'm sore.
Scott had to rehab, Scott had to rehab
_ Everybody get down, look at [Dm] Scott had to rehab, [Gm] Scott had to rehab
[D] _ Oh [F] no, the bottles low [Gm] and I can't feel my [Dm] face no more
Oh no, we up in smoke [G] and I can't feel [Dm] my face no more
Oh no, the bottles low [Gm] and I can't feel [Dm] my face no more
Oh no, we up in smoke [G] and I can't feel [Dm] my face no more
[D] I'm fucked with a six pack, bonger a zig zag
[Gm] Shit dope, ill kid, [D] choke on a tic tac
I walked the line but my eyes are crooked
[Gm] Cup of more drinks bitch, [D] now you're good lookin'
Motherfuckin' real Hollywood, not some B-list actor
I made it as fuck, you're working Luma backwards
It's a house party, Los Angeles
So [Gm] fuck the five-o, middle [D] fingers and rubs
So everybody get down, look at Scott had to rehab, Scott had to rehab
And everybody get down, look at Scott had to rehab, Scott had to rehab
_ [Dm] Oh no, the bottles low and I can't feel my face no more
Oh no, we up in smoke [G] and I can't feel my [Dm] face no more
Oh no, the bottles low [Gm] and I can't feel [Dm] my face no more
Oh no, we up in smoke [D] and I can't feel [Dm] my face no more
It's low in the pain and every day in the low low
[Bb] I roll slow cause I'm [Dm] allergic to po-po
I smoke the nose when I chill with the cholos
[Bb] And y'all smoke po-po cause [Dm] you're chillin' with homos
I sip the clone and I chase it with some coke
[Gm] Pants all blowed up, [Dm] balls in the choke hold
Bitches gettin' naked in [F] the post-it with photos
[Gm] And hoppin' on my dick like [Dm] a shit in a postcode
So [E] everybody get down, look at Scott had to [G] rehab
Let's get fucked up and on [D] your helmet and knee pads
[Dm] Cause I'm so high, can't feel my [G] face
Cause me and weed go together [D] like Charlie and J-Dawn
[A] So everybody get down, look at Scott had to [G] rehab
Let's get fucked up and on your helmet and knee pads
Cause I'm so high, [D] can't feel my face
Cause me and weed go together like Charlie and J-Dawn
[Dm] Oh no, the bottle's low [Gm] and I can't feel my [Dm] face no more
Oh no, we up in smoke [G] and I can't feel [Dm] my face no more
_ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [Dm] Yeah I'm so [G] high _
_ [D] _ Yeah I'm so high
I'm _ _ a gold, I'm so fine.
_ _ I'm a gold, I'm so fine.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I'm ready.
[E] _ So [D] everybody get down, let's go to rehab.
[Dm] _ I'm sore.
[Gm] I'm [D] _ _ _ sore.
_ [Gm] _
_ [D] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [Dm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Gm] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ I'm [Gm]
sore.
[D] _ I'm sore.
I'm sore.
[Gm] _
I'm sore.
[D] _ _ I'm sore.
Scott had to rehab, Scott had to rehab
_ Everybody get down, look at [Dm] Scott had to rehab, [Gm] Scott had to rehab
[D] _ Oh [F] no, the bottles low [Gm] and I can't feel my [Dm] face no more
Oh no, we up in smoke [G] and I can't feel [Dm] my face no more
Oh no, the bottles low [Gm] and I can't feel [Dm] my face no more
Oh no, we up in smoke [G] and I can't feel [Dm] my face no more
[D] I'm fucked with a six pack, bonger a zig zag
[Gm] Shit dope, ill kid, [D] choke on a tic tac
I walked the line but my eyes are crooked
[Gm] Cup of more drinks bitch, [D] now you're good lookin'
Motherfuckin' real Hollywood, not some B-list actor
I made it as fuck, you're working Luma backwards
It's a house party, Los Angeles
So [Gm] fuck the five-o, middle [D] fingers and rubs
So everybody get down, look at Scott had to rehab, Scott had to rehab
And everybody get down, look at Scott had to rehab, Scott had to rehab
_ [Dm] Oh no, the bottles low and I can't feel my face no more
Oh no, we up in smoke [G] and I can't feel my [Dm] face no more
Oh no, the bottles low [Gm] and I can't feel [Dm] my face no more
Oh no, we up in smoke [D] and I can't feel [Dm] my face no more
It's low in the pain and every day in the low low
[Bb] I roll slow cause I'm [Dm] allergic to po-po
I smoke the nose when I chill with the cholos
[Bb] And y'all smoke po-po cause [Dm] you're chillin' with homos
I sip the clone and I chase it with some coke
[Gm] Pants all blowed up, [Dm] balls in the choke hold
Bitches gettin' naked in [F] the post-it with photos
[Gm] And hoppin' on my dick like [Dm] a shit in a postcode
So [E] everybody get down, look at Scott had to [G] rehab
Let's get fucked up and on [D] your helmet and knee pads
[Dm] Cause I'm so high, can't feel my [G] face
Cause me and weed go together [D] like Charlie and J-Dawn
[A] So everybody get down, look at Scott had to [G] rehab
Let's get fucked up and on your helmet and knee pads
Cause I'm so high, [D] can't feel my face
Cause me and weed go together like Charlie and J-Dawn
[Dm] Oh no, the bottle's low [Gm] and I can't feel my [Dm] face no more
Oh no, we up in smoke [G] and I can't feel [Dm] my face no more
_ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [Dm] Yeah I'm so [G] high _
_ [D] _ Yeah I'm so high
I'm _ _ a gold, I'm so fine.
_ _ I'm a gold, I'm so fine.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _