Les Chords by Childish Gambino, Donald Glover, Ludwig Göransson

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I don't know why they [Bm] catch us, but I kinda hope they catch us.
Anyway, a New York 9's and everywhere else [F#m] 6's.
Time wise, the opposite goes [G] for chicks.
I'm in a taxi, texting with my [Bm] best friend.
He's sleeping with this girl that he met up on the West End.
He's lucky, she's a career woman, no [F#] kids.
Most girls see the clothes and try and go dig.
Mo-ho's, poke [Bm]-holes, and Trojans.
Most people don't fucking hit the lotto, but my folks did.
_ I'm a [F#m] mess.
I don't rhyme or shit, it's just [G] good.
Go bring your girlfriend here, it's just good.
[Bm] When I'm depressed, you're someone I run through, but_
My guests meet me at [F#m] Piano's.
The cross fading off of [F#] Nano's.
On that hipster [Bm] shit.
And use a hipster bitch.
But not in a lame way.
Like, you ain't living out in [G] BK.
Like, you ain't [C#] working on a [Bm] screenplay.
Like, your baby daddy ain't a DJ.
Like, she listening to Old [F#] Greenway, cause everybody listens to Biggie.
But she different?
Right.
That's why your [Bm] friends need wristbands?
Fuck you.
Can I have [Em] this dance?
You can hear the bands.
[F#m] You can hear the bands, girl.
[A#] Nobody else gonna dance.
[B] [Bm] Nobody else gonna dance, girl.
[Em] _ I don't see any [F#m] fans_
_ _ [A#] _
_ _ _ [Bm] but I kind of hope they catch that.
[D] _
[Em] You can hear the bands.
[F#m] You can hear the bands, girl.
[F#] _ Nobody else will dance
[Bm] Nobody else will dance, girl.
[Em] You can see the bands.
[F#m] _ _ _ _
[F#] I don't know why they're dabbing this [Bm] thing, but I kind of hope they catch it.
They're living like a movie.
You can pretend if you [F#m] want to, like, we in love and started dating at your [G] art school.
Cause either way, you both lying more than [Bm] half of the time, except for when I'm home
working on your graphic design.
Every time we see each other, I'm taking [F#m] you home.
Our relationship has [F#] gotten so best of Cologne, yellow 911, Persian [Bm] girl in the back car
with me writing the first would be the only way they'd buy in a bar.
White boys used to [G] trip and send [F#m] me over a gin, but they're busy showing off each other [G] Indian friends.
She got ironic [A] tattoos on the [Bm] back.
That ain't ironic, bitch.
I love rug rats.
Watching lame handle.
They bang, they [F#] bang.
Any broad would bang to the band with an animal name.
Hannibal came drinking a handle of Jameson [Bm] anal and anyone is the plan for the evening.
I'm kidding.
Stop.
Girl [D] crying on love.
[F#m] She [G] still look good though.
Love it.
East side.
Who [Bm] are you to hate?
Movie ass, not a 10, but a super eight.
You ain't seen me at the show.
I was super great.
[F#m] Hotel penthouse.
[Bm] Go on.
Let [F#] it ruminate.
City never sleeps.
So I guess I'm not gonna sleep.
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