Chords for Mac Miller - Avian
Tempo:
75.025 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
Am
F#
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C]
I'm not your conscience, you nuts, almonds and Haagen-Dazs, auction off your grandfather's
watch from the Holocaust.
I'm iconic, naked, walking the garden, birdwatching, alarming all of these cardinals [G] like I need
a poke, puffing that white smoke, get faded and [C] play the maestro.
I'm ice cold, bunny slippers, nice robe, sneaky bitch stole my roly last night, yo.
I might know some dyke hoes who can fight, [Am] though, walking on a [C] tightrope, underneath
a microscope, but close up, we all just molecules and isotopes.
My psychic don't know the future, to live life, you kids might just close [G] your computer.
[C] The streetlights [G] might blind you, [C] though, make a collage and look at it through a kaleidoscope.
[G] There's a bird in the [C] sky, look at him fly, [G]
[C] why?
I'm a leper on a pile, I've been running wild, like a motherfucking joke, so we fuck around.
Feel like I do this in my sleep, later today, I do this in my sleep.
[D] [C]
An impression of Bueller.
Yeah, [D] yeah, [C] a little TV money, dollars for sense of humor, scholar, but my attendance
like Bueller's, so no use for a tutor, some cold brews in the cooler, coming through in
the wood grain, PT, cruiser, [Bm] stunt.
[C] Pissed off [G] like a blind person looking for a [C] restroom, [G] probably be dead soon, inhaling
cigarette [C] fumes, sorry for that blind people comment, that was just rude, and I was raped
better, say God bless you.
I'm [F#] Kenny Powers, [C] you more of a [G] Debbie Downer, [F#] my bitch taking off her trousers, [C] every time
I get around her, I'm nasty, I [F#] never shower, [C] go sleep on a [G] bed of flowers, [C] not into this
[Am] conversation, I've been in my [Bm] head for hours, [C] I'm out.
There's a bird [G] in the [C] sky, look at him fly, why?
Fly, fly fly fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly.
Fly, like Ronnie Powell, I've been around, like a motherfucking joke so you fuck around,
feel like I do this in my sleep, later today, I do this in my sleep.
[Am] [G]
[C]
I'm not your conscience, you nuts, almonds and Haagen-Dazs, auction off your grandfather's
watch from the Holocaust.
I'm iconic, naked, walking the garden, birdwatching, alarming all of these cardinals [G] like I need
a poke, puffing that white smoke, get faded and [C] play the maestro.
I'm ice cold, bunny slippers, nice robe, sneaky bitch stole my roly last night, yo.
I might know some dyke hoes who can fight, [Am] though, walking on a [C] tightrope, underneath
a microscope, but close up, we all just molecules and isotopes.
My psychic don't know the future, to live life, you kids might just close [G] your computer.
[C] The streetlights [G] might blind you, [C] though, make a collage and look at it through a kaleidoscope.
[G] There's a bird in the [C] sky, look at him fly, [G]
[C] why?
I'm a leper on a pile, I've been running wild, like a motherfucking joke, so we fuck around.
Feel like I do this in my sleep, later today, I do this in my sleep.
[D] [C]
An impression of Bueller.
Yeah, [D] yeah, [C] a little TV money, dollars for sense of humor, scholar, but my attendance
like Bueller's, so no use for a tutor, some cold brews in the cooler, coming through in
the wood grain, PT, cruiser, [Bm] stunt.
[C] Pissed off [G] like a blind person looking for a [C] restroom, [G] probably be dead soon, inhaling
cigarette [C] fumes, sorry for that blind people comment, that was just rude, and I was raped
better, say God bless you.
I'm [F#] Kenny Powers, [C] you more of a [G] Debbie Downer, [F#] my bitch taking off her trousers, [C] every time
I get around her, I'm nasty, I [F#] never shower, [C] go sleep on a [G] bed of flowers, [C] not into this
[Am] conversation, I've been in my [Bm] head for hours, [C] I'm out.
There's a bird [G] in the [C] sky, look at him fly, why?
Fly, fly fly fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly.
Fly, like Ronnie Powell, I've been around, like a motherfucking joke so you fuck around,
feel like I do this in my sleep, later today, I do this in my sleep.
[Am] [G]
[C]
Key:
C
G
Am
F#
D
C
G
Am
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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I'm not your conscience, you nuts, almonds and Haagen-Dazs, auction off your grandfather's
watch from the Holocaust.
I'm iconic, naked, walking the garden, birdwatching, alarming all of these cardinals [G] like I need
a poke, puffing that white smoke, get faded and [C] play the maestro.
I'm ice cold, bunny slippers, nice robe, sneaky bitch stole my roly last night, yo.
I might know some dyke hoes who can fight, [Am] though, walking on a [C] tightrope, underneath
a microscope, but close up, we all just molecules and isotopes.
My psychic don't know the future, to live life, you kids might just close [G] your computer.
[C] The streetlights [G] might blind you, [C] though, make a collage and look at it through a kaleidoscope.
[G] There's a bird in the [C] sky, look at him fly, [G]
[C] why? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm a leper on a pile, I've been running wild, like a motherfucking joke, so we fuck around.
Feel like I do this in my sleep, later today, I do this in my sleep.
[D] _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ An impression of Bueller.
Yeah, [D] yeah, [C] a little TV money, dollars for sense of humor, scholar, but my attendance
like Bueller's, so no use for a tutor, some cold brews in the cooler, coming through in
the wood grain, PT, cruiser, [Bm] stunt.
[C] Pissed off [G] like a blind person looking for a [C] restroom, [G] probably be dead soon, inhaling
cigarette [C] fumes, sorry for that blind people comment, that was just rude, and I was raped
better, say God bless you.
I'm [F#] Kenny Powers, [C] you more of a [G] Debbie Downer, [F#] my bitch taking off her trousers, [C] every time
I get around her, I'm nasty, I [F#] never shower, [C] go sleep on a [G] bed of flowers, [C] not into this
[Am] conversation, I've been in my [Bm] head for hours, [C] I'm out.
There's a bird [G] in the [C] sky, look at him fly, why?
Fly, fly fly fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, _ fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly.
Fly, like Ronnie Powell, I've been around, like a motherfucking joke so you fuck around,
feel like I do this in my sleep, later today, I do this in my sleep.
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[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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I'm not your conscience, you nuts, almonds and Haagen-Dazs, auction off your grandfather's
watch from the Holocaust.
I'm iconic, naked, walking the garden, birdwatching, alarming all of these cardinals [G] like I need
a poke, puffing that white smoke, get faded and [C] play the maestro.
I'm ice cold, bunny slippers, nice robe, sneaky bitch stole my roly last night, yo.
I might know some dyke hoes who can fight, [Am] though, walking on a [C] tightrope, underneath
a microscope, but close up, we all just molecules and isotopes.
My psychic don't know the future, to live life, you kids might just close [G] your computer.
[C] The streetlights [G] might blind you, [C] though, make a collage and look at it through a kaleidoscope.
[G] There's a bird in the [C] sky, look at him fly, [G]
[C] why? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm a leper on a pile, I've been running wild, like a motherfucking joke, so we fuck around.
Feel like I do this in my sleep, later today, I do this in my sleep.
[D] _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ An impression of Bueller.
Yeah, [D] yeah, [C] a little TV money, dollars for sense of humor, scholar, but my attendance
like Bueller's, so no use for a tutor, some cold brews in the cooler, coming through in
the wood grain, PT, cruiser, [Bm] stunt.
[C] Pissed off [G] like a blind person looking for a [C] restroom, [G] probably be dead soon, inhaling
cigarette [C] fumes, sorry for that blind people comment, that was just rude, and I was raped
better, say God bless you.
I'm [F#] Kenny Powers, [C] you more of a [G] Debbie Downer, [F#] my bitch taking off her trousers, [C] every time
I get around her, I'm nasty, I [F#] never shower, [C] go sleep on a [G] bed of flowers, [C] not into this
[Am] conversation, I've been in my [Bm] head for hours, [C] I'm out.
There's a bird [G] in the [C] sky, look at him fly, why?
Fly, fly fly fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, _ fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly.
Fly, like Ronnie Powell, I've been around, like a motherfucking joke so you fuck around,
feel like I do this in my sleep, later today, I do this in my sleep.
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[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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