Life Goes On Chords by Lucky3Rd

Tempo:
82.4 bpm
Chords used:

C#m

G#

F#

E

A

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Life Goes On chords
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[A] [G#] [A]
[G#] [A]
[C#m] [G#] [C#m]
[G#] [C#m]
I like just how you move around She a [B] little freaky [E] bitch ready to get down
But she a [C#m] little thot, ho, I can't cut that She said it blind on my phone, so I had to
block [F#] Mixed Patron [G#] with the Henny [C#m] so it's finna go down
We pump up at your party, don't nobody make a sound
I'm rockin' all designer, catch me ridin' through your town
Back then life was fucked up, I like how I'm [F#] livin' now
I just been [C#m] through so much situations, they just lied to me
And they ain't give a fuck about what I did, they wasn't proud of me
And never show no love, cause you don't need them, they all doubted me
They hatin' on my deal, like you already [F#] married me
But you ain't finishin' [G#] me, so why you [C#m] tryna hook with me?
That fake shit, it don't fly with me Bro, I didn't get your shit, whack off on the street
With them devious feet, they could run but they can't hide from me
I make some cars, they kill for [E] me I'm poppin' plane to plane, get [F#] in that bag, that's how it's supposed to be
But they [C#m] don't like me, so they wanna fight me
[E] They just wish that they could live like me, they wanna be like me
[C#m] And we be on that gang shit, that wild, safe, that Swiss shit
4 a.m. we turn up in [F#] this bitch, there ain't no sleepin' shit
[G#] So I'ma [C#m] really hold it down, she said she got me
But [G#] I hope that she don't play around, hope that she don't play around
Nothing to [C#m] be played around, we move in silence, yeah
We don't even make a sound, we don't even make a sound
I like just how you move around, she a little freaky bitch ready to get down
But she a little thot, ho, I can't cut that
She started blowin' up [E] my phone, so I had to [F#] block that
I make Patron with [G#] the Henny, so [C#m] it's finna go down
We pop up at your party, don't nobody make a sound
I'm rockin' out his island, catch me ridin' through your town
Back then life was fucked up, I like how I'm [F#] livin' now
She like just how [C#m] I do it, how I do it, how I do it
She thinkin' that [G#] I'm Cupid, that [E] I'm Cupid, that I'm Cupid
But bitch, you're really stupid, really [C#m] stupid, really stupid
I'm deep up in his music, in his music, in [F#] his neck
I shouldn't [C#m] have stopped, all I did was improve
I was just a hothead, never up in school
APs wasn't fuckin' with me, we was breakin' rules
My junior year, I lost my mom and dad, dropped out of [F#] school
My mindset was fucked up and I [C#m] ain't no what to do
I ain't no what to do
And hit me out of nowhere like, boys, I ain't no who
I ain't no what to do, but cry through cold
It [F#] never get better, gotta wait up on [G#m] your time
[A] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, [G#m] yeah, [C#m]
yeah, yeah
[G#] [E]
Key:  
C#m
13421114
G#
134211114
F#
134211112
E
2311
A
1231
C#m
13421114
G#
134211114
F#
134211112
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To learn Lucky3Rd - Life Goes On chords, grasp the musical fabric of the song with this sequence - B, G#m, F#, E, G#m and E of chords. For a smooth transition, initiate your practice at 41 BPM and gradually match the song's pace of 83 BPM. Given the song's key of C# Minor, adjust the capo to align with your vocal range and chord preference.

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_ [A] _ _ _ [G#] _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ [A] _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ _ [G#] _ [C#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ [C#m] _
I like just how you move around She a [B] little freaky [E] bitch ready to get down
But she a [C#m] little thot, ho, I can't cut that She said it blind on my phone, so I had to
block [F#] Mixed Patron [G#] with the Henny [C#m] so it's finna go down
We pump up at your party, don't nobody make a sound
I'm rockin' all designer, catch me ridin' through your town
Back then life was fucked up, I like how I'm [F#] livin' now
I just been [C#m] through so much situations, they just lied to me
And they ain't give a fuck about what I did, they wasn't proud of me
And never show no love, cause you don't need them, they all doubted me
They hatin' on my deal, like you already [F#] married me
But you ain't finishin' [G#] me, so why you [C#m] tryna hook with me?
That fake shit, it don't fly with me Bro, I didn't get your shit, whack off on the street
With them devious feet, they could run but they can't hide from me
I make some cars, they kill for [E] me I'm poppin' plane to plane, get [F#] in that bag, that's how it's supposed to be
But they [C#m] don't like me, so they wanna fight me
[E] They just wish that they could live like me, they wanna be like me
[C#m] And we be on that gang shit, that wild, safe, that Swiss shit
4 a.m. we turn up in [F#] this bitch, there ain't no sleepin' shit
[G#] So I'ma [C#m] really hold it down, she said she got me
But [G#] I hope that she don't play around, hope that she don't play around
Nothing to [C#m] be played around, we move in silence, yeah
We don't even make a sound, we don't even make a sound
I like just how you move around, she a little freaky bitch ready to get down
But she a little thot, ho, I can't cut that
She started blowin' up [E] my phone, so I had to [F#] block that
I make Patron with [G#] the Henny, so [C#m] it's finna go down
We pop up at your party, don't nobody make a sound
I'm rockin' out his island, catch me ridin' through your town
Back then life was fucked up, I like how I'm [F#] livin' now
She like just how [C#m] I do it, how I do it, how I do it
She thinkin' that [G#] I'm Cupid, that [E] I'm Cupid, that I'm Cupid
But bitch, you're really stupid, really [C#m] stupid, really stupid
I'm deep up in his music, in his music, in [F#] his neck
I shouldn't [C#m] have stopped, all I did was improve
I was just a hothead, never up in school
APs wasn't fuckin' with me, we was breakin' rules
My junior year, I lost my mom and dad, dropped out of [F#] school
My mindset was fucked up and I [C#m] ain't no what to do
I ain't no what to do
And hit me out of nowhere like, boys, I ain't no who
I ain't no what to do, but cry through cold
It [F#] never get better, gotta wait up on [G#m] your time
[A] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, [G#m] yeah, [C#m] _ _ _
_ yeah, yeah _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ [E] _ _