Chords for LIFE BEHIND BARS - CHILLINIT x WOMBAT (CYPHER SESSIONS)
Tempo:
125.8 bpm
Chords used:
E
F
C
B
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A]
[Dm]
[Eb] [E]
[F] Yeah, shout out to Laugh Behind Bars and [E] ADM Photo.
We're just in the hotel [F] room doing the [Em] cypher.
We got me, we got Wombat.
[E] Just the Wombat [F] family.
[D] Fucking [E] chill.
[F] Wombat.
Um, [Em] and we're fine.
[E] We're in a hotel.
[F] Just country rippin' billies.
[E] Um, but, [F] alright.
[E] [C]
[E] [C]
[E] You don't go hard so [C] forget it.
I said it.
Don't got bars that are [E] heavy.
Songs are complex so drop these concepts.
The fuck with your [C] head like a carton of genet.
Tell cats how to play like [F] Sony.
The French ho screams out, we like [E] Nintendo.
I get you high, got fat rhymes like [F] Tony.
With TechFlow, got [C] a hot star like [E] Petco.
Then you white guys, so ride my [F] pony.
Late night, anytime phone me, your man is a [E] pony.
Hit a one time when I'm [B] lonely.
Pants on, back to the road, then back to the roads, gee.
But then it's lethal, [C] I go back to back.
And I don't need a sequel.
Shadow [E] rap the pack, it's like convening [C] Siegel.
Then I send it back and plug your teeth [B] cerebral.
See eagles on my [E] manly shit.
[F] Cans of stick in my mouth, take a chance with this.
[B] Cock herbs in a pack from Perth down to [A] Tasman.
I burn all the wax like [Em] candle wicks.
Every second better check in cause he waxing crazy.
[F] And I got a hot score like basketball.
[Em] Work like a record on the record in a black Mercedes.
[C] Smoke J's for the pain that my heart absorbs.
Bitch, I exhaust.
[E] Vroom, vroom, all [C] jet black.
Still five days deep on a [Em] test match.
Speak with the local slang so that way only [C] OZ OG's [E] get that.
We should all be [F] proud cause the drummer's out now.
They're the reppin' us [E] bros.
Don't claim you're Australian [C] rap if you auto-tune with American [E] flows.
I come from a land down [F] under.
You can hear, you can hear the thunder.
[E] I bend the tunes, hip hop like the [A] kangaroos.
Name the noobs like the gramps of [E] Gunja.
I'm fucked up.
Yeah, I've been a disgrace.
[C] Feel shit in a ridiculous state.
I see a pic of [E] my face.
Spitting it, better bitters the taste.
[C] Got a bigger ridge even the race.
I'm sick of hitting [Em] the brakes.
Spending the days, but he isn't afraid.
[C] Scribbling on pages, scribbling like he's skipping the page.
[B] Digging for ages.
Time ticking, life slipping away.
Figures I'm sick of my quicker mistakes.
But regardless, they cold my soul.
Sky cold hearted, strolling mountain coast life.
Instead of false alarm, the whole market's a road park.
It's a mo'fada boat blast.
Your views ever creeping up, but we're sick.
And the bars faded away, the nubber was bleak.
I'm under the shades of a laser, covers a playful summer.
Three megadate, but [E] none of it's lazy.
Stress just saved me, before I [F] get left in the dissipate.
Yeah, piss [E] or wipe me, that's that.
And my best, I'm crazy.
[C] God, we blessed to dissent, but the end better [E] educate me.
Pressurize, like I'm a set [F] in place.
It's okay, no way you could ever [B] fight me.
On medication, til it slips the dice.
But never hesitate, it wasn't meant to take me.
Cause I don't know if I did [C] though.
Broken the beats like a mo' with this shit.
[B] But just know that I spit unload with a sick [C] flow.
Even though the bikinis [B] don't choke on a dick hoe.
Like what I ripped was hard, as if [C] I'm itching and twitching.
I lift the bar, [B] til it flip in an instant.
Then it gets ripped [F] apart, like fuck this stuff.
Shit, I [Em] just spit.
Ah, God.
[D]
[E] 201, Pat.
[C] 201, Pat.
201, all the way.
[F] One by [E] two.
Shit, I scored that, lad.
[F]
[E] Fuckin' hell.
I'll get the table.
[F]
That was [E] wild, eh?
[Dm] [Gm] [Dm]
[C]
[Dm]
[Eb] [E]
[F] Yeah, shout out to Laugh Behind Bars and [E] ADM Photo.
We're just in the hotel [F] room doing the [Em] cypher.
We got me, we got Wombat.
[E] Just the Wombat [F] family.
[D] Fucking [E] chill.
[F] Wombat.
Um, [Em] and we're fine.
[E] We're in a hotel.
[F] Just country rippin' billies.
[E] Um, but, [F] alright.
[E] [C]
[E] [C]
[E] You don't go hard so [C] forget it.
I said it.
Don't got bars that are [E] heavy.
Songs are complex so drop these concepts.
The fuck with your [C] head like a carton of genet.
Tell cats how to play like [F] Sony.
The French ho screams out, we like [E] Nintendo.
I get you high, got fat rhymes like [F] Tony.
With TechFlow, got [C] a hot star like [E] Petco.
Then you white guys, so ride my [F] pony.
Late night, anytime phone me, your man is a [E] pony.
Hit a one time when I'm [B] lonely.
Pants on, back to the road, then back to the roads, gee.
But then it's lethal, [C] I go back to back.
And I don't need a sequel.
Shadow [E] rap the pack, it's like convening [C] Siegel.
Then I send it back and plug your teeth [B] cerebral.
See eagles on my [E] manly shit.
[F] Cans of stick in my mouth, take a chance with this.
[B] Cock herbs in a pack from Perth down to [A] Tasman.
I burn all the wax like [Em] candle wicks.
Every second better check in cause he waxing crazy.
[F] And I got a hot score like basketball.
[Em] Work like a record on the record in a black Mercedes.
[C] Smoke J's for the pain that my heart absorbs.
Bitch, I exhaust.
[E] Vroom, vroom, all [C] jet black.
Still five days deep on a [Em] test match.
Speak with the local slang so that way only [C] OZ OG's [E] get that.
We should all be [F] proud cause the drummer's out now.
They're the reppin' us [E] bros.
Don't claim you're Australian [C] rap if you auto-tune with American [E] flows.
I come from a land down [F] under.
You can hear, you can hear the thunder.
[E] I bend the tunes, hip hop like the [A] kangaroos.
Name the noobs like the gramps of [E] Gunja.
I'm fucked up.
Yeah, I've been a disgrace.
[C] Feel shit in a ridiculous state.
I see a pic of [E] my face.
Spitting it, better bitters the taste.
[C] Got a bigger ridge even the race.
I'm sick of hitting [Em] the brakes.
Spending the days, but he isn't afraid.
[C] Scribbling on pages, scribbling like he's skipping the page.
[B] Digging for ages.
Time ticking, life slipping away.
Figures I'm sick of my quicker mistakes.
But regardless, they cold my soul.
Sky cold hearted, strolling mountain coast life.
Instead of false alarm, the whole market's a road park.
It's a mo'fada boat blast.
Your views ever creeping up, but we're sick.
And the bars faded away, the nubber was bleak.
I'm under the shades of a laser, covers a playful summer.
Three megadate, but [E] none of it's lazy.
Stress just saved me, before I [F] get left in the dissipate.
Yeah, piss [E] or wipe me, that's that.
And my best, I'm crazy.
[C] God, we blessed to dissent, but the end better [E] educate me.
Pressurize, like I'm a set [F] in place.
It's okay, no way you could ever [B] fight me.
On medication, til it slips the dice.
But never hesitate, it wasn't meant to take me.
Cause I don't know if I did [C] though.
Broken the beats like a mo' with this shit.
[B] But just know that I spit unload with a sick [C] flow.
Even though the bikinis [B] don't choke on a dick hoe.
Like what I ripped was hard, as if [C] I'm itching and twitching.
I lift the bar, [B] til it flip in an instant.
Then it gets ripped [F] apart, like fuck this stuff.
Shit, I [Em] just spit.
Ah, God.
[D]
[E] 201, Pat.
[C] 201, Pat.
201, all the way.
[F] One by [E] two.
Shit, I scored that, lad.
[F]
[E] Fuckin' hell.
I'll get the table.
[F]
That was [E] wild, eh?
[Dm] [Gm] [Dm]
[C]
Key:
E
F
C
B
Em
E
F
C
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
[F] Yeah, shout out to Laugh Behind Bars and [E] ADM Photo.
We're just in the hotel [F] room doing the [Em] cypher.
We got me, we got Wombat.
[E] Just the _ Wombat _ [F] family.
[D] Fucking [E] chill.
_ [F] Wombat.
Um, [Em] and we're fine.
[E] We're in a hotel.
[F] Just country rippin' billies.
_ [E] Um, but, [F] alright. _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [E] You don't go hard so [C] forget it.
I said it.
Don't got bars that are [E] heavy.
Songs are complex so drop these concepts.
The fuck with your [C] head like a carton of genet.
Tell cats how to play like [F] Sony.
The French ho screams out, we like [E] Nintendo.
I get you high, got fat rhymes like [F] Tony.
With TechFlow, got [C] a hot star like [E] Petco.
Then you white guys, so ride my [F] pony.
Late night, anytime phone me, your man is a [E] pony.
Hit a one time when I'm [B] lonely.
Pants on, back to the road, then back to the roads, gee.
But then it's lethal, [C] I go back to back.
And I don't need a sequel.
Shadow [E] rap the pack, it's like convening [C] Siegel.
Then I send it back and plug your teeth [B] cerebral.
See eagles on my [E] manly shit.
[F] Cans of stick in my mouth, take a chance with this.
[B] Cock herbs in a pack from Perth down to [A] Tasman.
I burn all the wax like [Em] candle wicks.
Every second better check in cause he waxing crazy.
[F] And I got a hot score like basketball.
[Em] Work like a record on the record in a black Mercedes.
[C] Smoke J's for the pain that my heart absorbs.
Bitch, I exhaust.
[E] Vroom, vroom, all [C] jet black.
Still five days deep on a [Em] test match.
Speak with the local slang so that way only [C] OZ OG's [E] get that.
We should all be [F] proud cause the drummer's out now.
They're the reppin' us [E] bros.
Don't claim you're Australian [C] rap if you auto-tune with American [E] flows.
I come from a land down [F] under.
You can hear, you can hear the thunder.
[E] I bend the tunes, hip hop like the [A] kangaroos.
Name the noobs like the gramps of [E] Gunja.
I'm fucked up.
Yeah, I've been a disgrace.
[C] Feel shit in a ridiculous state.
I see a pic of [E] my face.
Spitting it, better bitters the taste.
[C] Got a bigger ridge even the race.
I'm sick of hitting [Em] the brakes.
Spending the days, but he isn't afraid.
[C] Scribbling on pages, scribbling like he's skipping the page.
[B] Digging for ages.
Time ticking, life slipping away.
Figures I'm sick of my quicker mistakes.
But regardless, they cold my soul.
Sky cold hearted, strolling mountain coast life.
Instead of false alarm, the whole market's a road park.
It's a mo'fada boat blast.
Your views ever creeping up, but we're sick.
And the bars faded away, the nubber was bleak.
I'm under the shades of a laser, covers a playful summer.
Three megadate, but [E] none of it's lazy.
Stress just saved me, before I [F] get left in the dissipate.
Yeah, piss [E] or wipe me, that's that.
And my best, I'm crazy.
[C] God, we blessed to dissent, but the end better [E] educate me.
Pressurize, like I'm a set [F] in place.
It's okay, no way you could ever [B] fight me.
On medication, til it slips the dice.
But never hesitate, it wasn't meant to take me.
Cause I don't know if I did [C] though.
Broken the beats like a mo' with this shit.
[B] But just know that I spit unload with a sick [C] flow.
Even though the bikinis [B] don't choke on a dick hoe.
Like what I ripped was hard, as if [C] I'm itching and twitching.
I lift the bar, [B] til it flip in an instant.
Then it gets ripped [F] apart, like fuck this stuff.
Shit, I [Em] just spit.
Ah, God.
_ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [E] 201, Pat.
[C] 201, Pat.
201, all the way.
[F] One by [E] two.
Shit, I scored that, lad.
[F] _ _ _
[E] Fuckin' hell.
I'll get the table.
[F] _ _
That was [E] wild, eh?
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
[F] Yeah, shout out to Laugh Behind Bars and [E] ADM Photo.
We're just in the hotel [F] room doing the [Em] cypher.
We got me, we got Wombat.
[E] Just the _ Wombat _ [F] family.
[D] Fucking [E] chill.
_ [F] Wombat.
Um, [Em] and we're fine.
[E] We're in a hotel.
[F] Just country rippin' billies.
_ [E] Um, but, [F] alright. _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [E] You don't go hard so [C] forget it.
I said it.
Don't got bars that are [E] heavy.
Songs are complex so drop these concepts.
The fuck with your [C] head like a carton of genet.
Tell cats how to play like [F] Sony.
The French ho screams out, we like [E] Nintendo.
I get you high, got fat rhymes like [F] Tony.
With TechFlow, got [C] a hot star like [E] Petco.
Then you white guys, so ride my [F] pony.
Late night, anytime phone me, your man is a [E] pony.
Hit a one time when I'm [B] lonely.
Pants on, back to the road, then back to the roads, gee.
But then it's lethal, [C] I go back to back.
And I don't need a sequel.
Shadow [E] rap the pack, it's like convening [C] Siegel.
Then I send it back and plug your teeth [B] cerebral.
See eagles on my [E] manly shit.
[F] Cans of stick in my mouth, take a chance with this.
[B] Cock herbs in a pack from Perth down to [A] Tasman.
I burn all the wax like [Em] candle wicks.
Every second better check in cause he waxing crazy.
[F] And I got a hot score like basketball.
[Em] Work like a record on the record in a black Mercedes.
[C] Smoke J's for the pain that my heart absorbs.
Bitch, I exhaust.
[E] Vroom, vroom, all [C] jet black.
Still five days deep on a [Em] test match.
Speak with the local slang so that way only [C] OZ OG's [E] get that.
We should all be [F] proud cause the drummer's out now.
They're the reppin' us [E] bros.
Don't claim you're Australian [C] rap if you auto-tune with American [E] flows.
I come from a land down [F] under.
You can hear, you can hear the thunder.
[E] I bend the tunes, hip hop like the [A] kangaroos.
Name the noobs like the gramps of [E] Gunja.
I'm fucked up.
Yeah, I've been a disgrace.
[C] Feel shit in a ridiculous state.
I see a pic of [E] my face.
Spitting it, better bitters the taste.
[C] Got a bigger ridge even the race.
I'm sick of hitting [Em] the brakes.
Spending the days, but he isn't afraid.
[C] Scribbling on pages, scribbling like he's skipping the page.
[B] Digging for ages.
Time ticking, life slipping away.
Figures I'm sick of my quicker mistakes.
But regardless, they cold my soul.
Sky cold hearted, strolling mountain coast life.
Instead of false alarm, the whole market's a road park.
It's a mo'fada boat blast.
Your views ever creeping up, but we're sick.
And the bars faded away, the nubber was bleak.
I'm under the shades of a laser, covers a playful summer.
Three megadate, but [E] none of it's lazy.
Stress just saved me, before I [F] get left in the dissipate.
Yeah, piss [E] or wipe me, that's that.
And my best, I'm crazy.
[C] God, we blessed to dissent, but the end better [E] educate me.
Pressurize, like I'm a set [F] in place.
It's okay, no way you could ever [B] fight me.
On medication, til it slips the dice.
But never hesitate, it wasn't meant to take me.
Cause I don't know if I did [C] though.
Broken the beats like a mo' with this shit.
[B] But just know that I spit unload with a sick [C] flow.
Even though the bikinis [B] don't choke on a dick hoe.
Like what I ripped was hard, as if [C] I'm itching and twitching.
I lift the bar, [B] til it flip in an instant.
Then it gets ripped [F] apart, like fuck this stuff.
Shit, I [Em] just spit.
Ah, God.
_ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [E] 201, Pat.
[C] 201, Pat.
201, all the way.
[F] One by [E] two.
Shit, I scored that, lad.
[F] _ _ _
[E] Fuckin' hell.
I'll get the table.
[F] _ _
That was [E] wild, eh?
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _