Chords for Mac Miller - Desperado (Macadelic) (New Music April 2012)
Tempo:
89.45 bpm
Chords used:
G#m
C#m
F#
E
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#m] [G#m] [A#]
[F#] [D#m]
[G#m] [C#m] Uh, uh, [G#m] [C#m]
[G#m] uh, dedicated [C#m] to,
[G#m] it's dedicated to, fuck it, uh.
I got a pocket full of [C#m] posies, some devil with a pitchfork, he talkin' like he know [G#m] me.
I'm psychopathic, low-key, my hyperactive, bone [C#m] piece get no sleep.
Feel as fuck, the hospital seat [G#m] so weak, I stood before an angel as he told me about
the [C#m] glory, put me in a room of people, how the fuck could I be [G#m] lonely?
I only get moany, these labels tryna clone me.
My thoughts get heavy, hit the ground and crack the concrete.
So, I try to keep em in my [C#m] head, it's sad to see when everything that you believe is
[G#m] dead, word to heavy D.
And rest in peace to all that come [C#m] and pass.
Life's good sometimes, but it just [G#m] doesn't last.
A bunch of tracks, you see the smite, it's like my [C#m] punching bag.
Rock and roll, drugs and cash, softer than a [G#m] bubble bath.
Suck a ass, motherfucker, motherfucking [C#m] sentiment.
Doper than the shit that killed Chris Tucker and that [G#m] president.
Desert rhymes, homie, riding beats, I'm [C#m] on a camel.
I'm way too hot to handle, life a beach, I brought [G#m] my sandals.
You wanna war, I got a lot [C#m] of ammo.
You ain't a soldier cause you [G#m] rocking camo.
Young Rambo, hundred million [C#m] fans though, and I do it big, you a iPod [G#m] Nano.
Fire on wax, look like I brought candles.
Yeah, you got a show, but you ain't on my channel.
That's HBO, bitch, you gotta pay [C#m] for that.
[C#]
[G#m] Your channel's free.
[C#m] [G#m] I'm gonna fucking kill you.
[G#m] I'm actual shit, motherfucker.
[C#m] Yes, my dick.
Hey, ayo, I'm about [G#m] to start gambling with Ambien.
I'm Dutch [C#m] smoking, that's a striper, fuck Bowling.
I can terror pin to [G#m] Maryland.
See, I'm American, apparently it's [C#m] damaging to be in front of cameras in your underwear with [G#m] Maryland.
Monroe, looking dumb hoes who want too [C#m] much dough and come close to have you straight tripping
when you [G#m] jump rope.
Don't rock the love boat, this been a fucking [C#] cutthroat and it's gonna crack if you just
paint the road with one [G#m] coat.
Wounds filled with blood smoke, beat me through the [C#m] fog.
These rappers who be hating probably need to get a [G#m] job.
See me, I'm with my squad, getting money, living [C#m] comfortable.
I know a couple hoes who model, but they [G#m] ugly though.
Fucking hoes, y'all is fucking broke.
Cut [C#m] your throat, judging me is nothing dope.
Boy, you lying [G#m] under oath.
God made the world, why the man make the [C#m] scriptures?
And if he created Lenin, why'd he go and make a Hitler?
[E] I could take a photo, but I'd rather paint a [C#m] picture of the one Lawrence Fishburne would
shoot up all you [G#m] hipsters.
I'm from Pittsburgh, that's black and gold.
[F#] If my skin gets filled up, I'ma tap my soul.
[E] Running out of paper, writing on my [C#m] hand.
Hundred thousand haters, writing about my [G#m] jams.
Wanted number one, independent album.
I'm your man, [F#] I'm a hit preem and leave you all right where you [E] stand.
Is [C#m]
[G#m] [G#] [F#]
[E] [C#m] the grizzly reaper mowing?
[G#m] Yes, the [D] danger must be growing [F#] for the rowers keep [C] on rowing.
And they're [G] certainly not showing any signs that they are slowing.
[F]
[C] Stop the boat.
Over here, but hurry please, we have so much time and so little to see.
Wait
[F#] [D#m]
[G#m] [C#m] Uh, uh, [G#m] [C#m]
[G#m] uh, dedicated [C#m] to,
[G#m] it's dedicated to, fuck it, uh.
I got a pocket full of [C#m] posies, some devil with a pitchfork, he talkin' like he know [G#m] me.
I'm psychopathic, low-key, my hyperactive, bone [C#m] piece get no sleep.
Feel as fuck, the hospital seat [G#m] so weak, I stood before an angel as he told me about
the [C#m] glory, put me in a room of people, how the fuck could I be [G#m] lonely?
I only get moany, these labels tryna clone me.
My thoughts get heavy, hit the ground and crack the concrete.
So, I try to keep em in my [C#m] head, it's sad to see when everything that you believe is
[G#m] dead, word to heavy D.
And rest in peace to all that come [C#m] and pass.
Life's good sometimes, but it just [G#m] doesn't last.
A bunch of tracks, you see the smite, it's like my [C#m] punching bag.
Rock and roll, drugs and cash, softer than a [G#m] bubble bath.
Suck a ass, motherfucker, motherfucking [C#m] sentiment.
Doper than the shit that killed Chris Tucker and that [G#m] president.
Desert rhymes, homie, riding beats, I'm [C#m] on a camel.
I'm way too hot to handle, life a beach, I brought [G#m] my sandals.
You wanna war, I got a lot [C#m] of ammo.
You ain't a soldier cause you [G#m] rocking camo.
Young Rambo, hundred million [C#m] fans though, and I do it big, you a iPod [G#m] Nano.
Fire on wax, look like I brought candles.
Yeah, you got a show, but you ain't on my channel.
That's HBO, bitch, you gotta pay [C#m] for that.
[C#]
[G#m] Your channel's free.
[C#m] [G#m] I'm gonna fucking kill you.
[G#m] I'm actual shit, motherfucker.
[C#m] Yes, my dick.
Hey, ayo, I'm about [G#m] to start gambling with Ambien.
I'm Dutch [C#m] smoking, that's a striper, fuck Bowling.
I can terror pin to [G#m] Maryland.
See, I'm American, apparently it's [C#m] damaging to be in front of cameras in your underwear with [G#m] Maryland.
Monroe, looking dumb hoes who want too [C#m] much dough and come close to have you straight tripping
when you [G#m] jump rope.
Don't rock the love boat, this been a fucking [C#] cutthroat and it's gonna crack if you just
paint the road with one [G#m] coat.
Wounds filled with blood smoke, beat me through the [C#m] fog.
These rappers who be hating probably need to get a [G#m] job.
See me, I'm with my squad, getting money, living [C#m] comfortable.
I know a couple hoes who model, but they [G#m] ugly though.
Fucking hoes, y'all is fucking broke.
Cut [C#m] your throat, judging me is nothing dope.
Boy, you lying [G#m] under oath.
God made the world, why the man make the [C#m] scriptures?
And if he created Lenin, why'd he go and make a Hitler?
[E] I could take a photo, but I'd rather paint a [C#m] picture of the one Lawrence Fishburne would
shoot up all you [G#m] hipsters.
I'm from Pittsburgh, that's black and gold.
[F#] If my skin gets filled up, I'ma tap my soul.
[E] Running out of paper, writing on my [C#m] hand.
Hundred thousand haters, writing about my [G#m] jams.
Wanted number one, independent album.
I'm your man, [F#] I'm a hit preem and leave you all right where you [E] stand.
Is [C#m]
[G#m] [G#] [F#]
[E] [C#m] the grizzly reaper mowing?
[G#m] Yes, the [D] danger must be growing [F#] for the rowers keep [C] on rowing.
And they're [G] certainly not showing any signs that they are slowing.
[F]
[C] Stop the boat.
Over here, but hurry please, we have so much time and so little to see.
Wait
Key:
G#m
C#m
F#
E
C#
G#m
C#m
F#
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#m] _ _ _ [G#m] _ _ [A#] _
_ [F#] _ _ _ [D#m] _ _ _ _
[G#m] _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] Uh, uh, _ [G#m] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _
[G#m] uh, _ dedicated [C#m] to, _ _
_ [G#m] it's dedicated to, _ fuck it, _ uh.
I got a pocket full of [C#m] posies, some devil with a pitchfork, he talkin' like he know [G#m] me.
I'm psychopathic, low-key, my hyperactive, bone [C#m] piece get no sleep.
Feel as fuck, the hospital seat [G#m] so weak, I stood before an angel as he told me about
the [C#m] glory, put me in a room of people, how the fuck could I be [G#m] lonely?
I only get moany, these labels tryna clone me.
My thoughts get heavy, hit the ground and crack the concrete.
So, I try to keep em in my [C#m] head, it's sad to see when everything that you believe is
[G#m] dead, word to heavy D.
And rest in peace to all that come [C#m] and pass.
Life's good sometimes, but it just [G#m] doesn't last.
A bunch of tracks, you see the smite, it's like my [C#m] punching bag.
Rock and roll, drugs and cash, softer than a [G#m] bubble bath.
Suck a ass, motherfucker, motherfucking [C#m] sentiment.
Doper than the shit that killed Chris Tucker and that [G#m] president.
Desert rhymes, homie, riding beats, I'm [C#m] on a camel.
I'm way too hot to handle, life a beach, I brought [G#m] my sandals.
You wanna war, I got a lot [C#m] of ammo.
You ain't a soldier cause you [G#m] rocking camo.
Young Rambo, hundred million [C#m] fans though, and I do it big, you a iPod [G#m] Nano.
Fire on wax, look like I brought candles.
Yeah, you got a show, but you ain't on my channel.
That's HBO, bitch, you gotta pay [C#m] for that.
_ [C#] _
[G#m] Your channel's free.
_ [C#m] _ [G#m] I'm gonna fucking kill you. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G#m] I'm actual shit, motherfucker.
[C#m] Yes, my dick.
Hey, ayo, I'm about [G#m] to start gambling with Ambien.
I'm Dutch [C#m] smoking, that's a striper, fuck Bowling.
I can terror pin to [G#m] Maryland.
See, I'm American, apparently it's [C#m] damaging to be in front of cameras in your underwear with [G#m] Maryland.
Monroe, looking dumb hoes who want too [C#m] much dough and come close to have you straight tripping
when you [G#m] jump rope.
Don't rock the love boat, this been a fucking [C#] cutthroat and it's gonna crack if you just
paint the road with one [G#m] coat.
Wounds filled with blood smoke, beat me through the [C#m] fog.
These rappers who be hating probably need to get a [G#m] job.
See me, I'm with my squad, getting money, living [C#m] comfortable.
I know a couple hoes who model, but they [G#m] ugly though.
Fucking hoes, y'all is fucking broke.
Cut [C#m] your throat, judging me is nothing dope.
Boy, you lying [G#m] under oath.
God made the world, why the man make the [C#m] scriptures?
And if he created Lenin, why'd he go and make a Hitler?
[E] I could take a photo, but I'd rather paint a [C#m] picture of the one Lawrence Fishburne would
shoot up all you [G#m] hipsters.
I'm from Pittsburgh, that's black and gold.
[F#] If my skin gets filled up, I'ma tap my soul.
[E] Running out of paper, writing on my [C#m] hand.
Hundred thousand haters, writing about my [G#m] jams.
Wanted number one, independent album.
I'm your man, [F#] I'm a hit preem and leave you all right where you [E] stand.
Is _ _ [C#m] _ _ _
_ [G#m] _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ [F#] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [C#m] the grizzly reaper mowing?
[G#m] Yes, the [D] danger must be growing [F#] for the rowers keep [C] on rowing.
And they're [G] certainly not showing any signs that they are slowing. _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ Stop the boat. _ _
_ Over here, but hurry please, we have so much time and so little to see.
Wait
_ _ [C#m] _ _ _ [G#m] _ _ [A#] _
_ [F#] _ _ _ [D#m] _ _ _ _
[G#m] _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] Uh, uh, _ [G#m] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _
[G#m] uh, _ dedicated [C#m] to, _ _
_ [G#m] it's dedicated to, _ fuck it, _ uh.
I got a pocket full of [C#m] posies, some devil with a pitchfork, he talkin' like he know [G#m] me.
I'm psychopathic, low-key, my hyperactive, bone [C#m] piece get no sleep.
Feel as fuck, the hospital seat [G#m] so weak, I stood before an angel as he told me about
the [C#m] glory, put me in a room of people, how the fuck could I be [G#m] lonely?
I only get moany, these labels tryna clone me.
My thoughts get heavy, hit the ground and crack the concrete.
So, I try to keep em in my [C#m] head, it's sad to see when everything that you believe is
[G#m] dead, word to heavy D.
And rest in peace to all that come [C#m] and pass.
Life's good sometimes, but it just [G#m] doesn't last.
A bunch of tracks, you see the smite, it's like my [C#m] punching bag.
Rock and roll, drugs and cash, softer than a [G#m] bubble bath.
Suck a ass, motherfucker, motherfucking [C#m] sentiment.
Doper than the shit that killed Chris Tucker and that [G#m] president.
Desert rhymes, homie, riding beats, I'm [C#m] on a camel.
I'm way too hot to handle, life a beach, I brought [G#m] my sandals.
You wanna war, I got a lot [C#m] of ammo.
You ain't a soldier cause you [G#m] rocking camo.
Young Rambo, hundred million [C#m] fans though, and I do it big, you a iPod [G#m] Nano.
Fire on wax, look like I brought candles.
Yeah, you got a show, but you ain't on my channel.
That's HBO, bitch, you gotta pay [C#m] for that.
_ [C#] _
[G#m] Your channel's free.
_ [C#m] _ [G#m] I'm gonna fucking kill you. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G#m] I'm actual shit, motherfucker.
[C#m] Yes, my dick.
Hey, ayo, I'm about [G#m] to start gambling with Ambien.
I'm Dutch [C#m] smoking, that's a striper, fuck Bowling.
I can terror pin to [G#m] Maryland.
See, I'm American, apparently it's [C#m] damaging to be in front of cameras in your underwear with [G#m] Maryland.
Monroe, looking dumb hoes who want too [C#m] much dough and come close to have you straight tripping
when you [G#m] jump rope.
Don't rock the love boat, this been a fucking [C#] cutthroat and it's gonna crack if you just
paint the road with one [G#m] coat.
Wounds filled with blood smoke, beat me through the [C#m] fog.
These rappers who be hating probably need to get a [G#m] job.
See me, I'm with my squad, getting money, living [C#m] comfortable.
I know a couple hoes who model, but they [G#m] ugly though.
Fucking hoes, y'all is fucking broke.
Cut [C#m] your throat, judging me is nothing dope.
Boy, you lying [G#m] under oath.
God made the world, why the man make the [C#m] scriptures?
And if he created Lenin, why'd he go and make a Hitler?
[E] I could take a photo, but I'd rather paint a [C#m] picture of the one Lawrence Fishburne would
shoot up all you [G#m] hipsters.
I'm from Pittsburgh, that's black and gold.
[F#] If my skin gets filled up, I'ma tap my soul.
[E] Running out of paper, writing on my [C#m] hand.
Hundred thousand haters, writing about my [G#m] jams.
Wanted number one, independent album.
I'm your man, [F#] I'm a hit preem and leave you all right where you [E] stand.
Is _ _ [C#m] _ _ _
_ [G#m] _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ [F#] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [C#m] the grizzly reaper mowing?
[G#m] Yes, the [D] danger must be growing [F#] for the rowers keep [C] on rowing.
And they're [G] certainly not showing any signs that they are slowing. _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ Stop the boat. _ _
_ Over here, but hurry please, we have so much time and so little to see.
Wait