Chords for Jack Harlow - Hitchcock (Unofficial Video)

_ _ _ _ [Am] _ Yeah, _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ [Em] yeah, [Am] yeah, _ yeah, yeah, woah
_ [Em] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [Am] Ayy, watchin' Hitchcock's till I drift [Em] off
_ [Am] Woke up to this beat and let the shit [Em] knot
_ [Am] She went gift hop to my [Em] dick sock
_ [B] _ Clockwork every week and it's [Em] like tick-tock
[Am] I just hit Atlanta, I got two four with me
In the cockpit, I might just take him to Pluto with me
If Bruno hit me, we might have to fuck with Mars
And they don't [B] wanna hear me sayin' they told me
Wrap the fuckin' [Am] bars, well, alright
Trust I ain't forgot how to do it
I been in hibernation tryna fuckin' stop how this music
I heard that shit that y'all been droppin'
This monotony's killin' me
You got a [B] mic inside your room?
Well, see, that's not how you use it
[Em] Y'all fuckin' [Am] suck, fuckin' suck
Keep your distances from me
They shoulda warned y'all
Don't be fuckin' with that kid from Kentucky
I know some hipsters in my city
Won't admit that they love me
Cause [Em] back when they were [B] my age
They wasn't shit except ugly
[Em] _ _ [Am] _ Chandelier swingin' through my cover [Em] zone
_ [Am] _ Standin' here thinkin' how we gonna [Em] blow
She [Am] got the manicure fingers with the butt to [Em] go
With the [B] jeans fitted, yeah, she colder [Em] than a line of snow
[Am] And as for me, I'm just a young man
Walkin', talkin' a hundred miles
And with a bow and a hundred flows
I been tryin' to find the next step
To make my best friend rich
[Em] And you been [B] sittin' around wonderin' if their blood is raw
Y [Em]'all come and go [Am] with them 20-minute dreams
Blown away by our coincidence and wonder what it means
Check your horoscopes at night
And fall in love with what you read
Like the [Em] universe gon' have [B] my back in 2017
[Em] You ain't bout _ [Am] shit
Feelin' like I'm Reggie Miller down [Em] six
[Am] Doin' 90, lookin' out for undercover
[Em] Crown Vicks [Am] flyin' out the city
Payin' zero dollars [Em] round trip
[B] Saw her take a picture of me
Told her take [Em] it down quick
_ [Am] _ Bitch, I'm from the Lou
And they know me when they see me
Ever since I was in school
I said, shout out to my father
Know they peep me, handle business
All you really [Em] gotta know is that [B] I get it from that dough
Shootin' [Am] from the Nazareth
Me shootin' for that platinum hitters
Jack from out the Highlands
Goin' stupid on these tracks again
I'm movin' with a pack of kids
And supervisor as a trip
Rappers [Em] gettin' worse
I [B] think they usin' too much activism
This is cool, [Em] though
_ [Am] I'm just a guest inside the [Em] house
Of a culture [Am] that ain't mine
And I'm just [E] blessed to be around
[Em] These kids be talkin' [Am] bout what's trash
Man, I swear to y'all, got some [Em] nerve
How [B] you gon' be most opinionated from the [Em] suburbs?
[Am] I hope they bump this shit on [Em] Bardstown
With the windows [Am] down, ridin' round
While the stars [Em] out in the [Am] garden
Now, this the wrong tree to bark down
[Em] Finally [B] snappin' on these hoes
And I don't need no hard [Em] countdown
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