Chords for Mac Miller "La La La La"
Tempo:
89.65 bpm
Chords used:
Bm
Em
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bm] Hey,
[Em] coming to you from a packed studio.
[Bm] I'm going in after hitting this ganja.
Out to dinner with the homies, private table at Nakama.
[Em] I'm a new millennium Sinatra, copping marijuana from the neighborhood.
[Bm] Rise to the chief and feasting, king of the new school.
I'm speaking in tongues, try translating [Em] voodoo.
Hold up, let me start again.
Undefeated shirt, Levi's in a Mr.
Rogers [Bm] cardigan.
It's a hell of a feeling, being this fresh bitch.
Seem to sit up on my list, call it [Em] blistex.
Pedaling this medical, the presence of a general.
Magazine [G] centiphose, they all up on my [Bm] genitals.
Got the game in the palm of my hand.
Sitching, wilding out for the talk of your man.
[Em] You bitching, cause I ain't got a lot of time for these weirdos.
Talking shit all up in my ear lobes.
I [Bm] just live life, trying to do it right.
Everyone that hear me say the boy is super nice.
Put a bitch [Em] up on the flight, she gon' be here by tonight.
Get some afternoon delight, only eat it if it's ripe.
Call [Bm] me Stanley Steamer, I be giving her the pipe.
When I'm out of town, she wanna see me, so we Skype.
[Em] She might get obsessed and keep calling.
30,000 feet tall, petty free falling.
[Bm] Just laying back, letting gravity take its course.
I wanna tell all of my haters that we made [Em] it, boy.
From basement studios to some official shit.
I'm stressed out all the time, so I don't give a [Bm] shit.
Used to dream about it, boy, now I'm living it.
412 is the most dope [Em] syndicate.
Had a normal life, but now I'm sick of it.
Tried to spend money just to spend it.
It's ridiculous, young and [Bm] so mischievous.
Bitch is, is.
[Em] And then uh, Rel wants me to sing a hook like this.
[G] La la [Bm] la la la la, la la la la la, [Em] la la, la la la la.
[Bm]
[Em] [G]
[Bm]
[Em]
[Bm] [N]
[Em] coming to you from a packed studio.
[Bm] I'm going in after hitting this ganja.
Out to dinner with the homies, private table at Nakama.
[Em] I'm a new millennium Sinatra, copping marijuana from the neighborhood.
[Bm] Rise to the chief and feasting, king of the new school.
I'm speaking in tongues, try translating [Em] voodoo.
Hold up, let me start again.
Undefeated shirt, Levi's in a Mr.
Rogers [Bm] cardigan.
It's a hell of a feeling, being this fresh bitch.
Seem to sit up on my list, call it [Em] blistex.
Pedaling this medical, the presence of a general.
Magazine [G] centiphose, they all up on my [Bm] genitals.
Got the game in the palm of my hand.
Sitching, wilding out for the talk of your man.
[Em] You bitching, cause I ain't got a lot of time for these weirdos.
Talking shit all up in my ear lobes.
I [Bm] just live life, trying to do it right.
Everyone that hear me say the boy is super nice.
Put a bitch [Em] up on the flight, she gon' be here by tonight.
Get some afternoon delight, only eat it if it's ripe.
Call [Bm] me Stanley Steamer, I be giving her the pipe.
When I'm out of town, she wanna see me, so we Skype.
[Em] She might get obsessed and keep calling.
30,000 feet tall, petty free falling.
[Bm] Just laying back, letting gravity take its course.
I wanna tell all of my haters that we made [Em] it, boy.
From basement studios to some official shit.
I'm stressed out all the time, so I don't give a [Bm] shit.
Used to dream about it, boy, now I'm living it.
412 is the most dope [Em] syndicate.
Had a normal life, but now I'm sick of it.
Tried to spend money just to spend it.
It's ridiculous, young and [Bm] so mischievous.
Bitch is, is.
[Em] And then uh, Rel wants me to sing a hook like this.
[G] La la [Bm] la la la la, la la la la la, [Em] la la, la la la la.
[Bm]
[Em] [G]
[Bm]
[Em]
[Bm] [N]
Key:
Bm
Em
G
Bm
Em
G
Bm
Em
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ Hey, _
[Em] coming to you from a packed studio. _ _
[Bm] I'm going in after hitting this ganja.
Out to dinner with the homies, private table at Nakama.
[Em] I'm a new millennium Sinatra, copping marijuana from the neighborhood.
[Bm] Rise to the chief and feasting, king of the new school.
I'm speaking in tongues, try translating [Em] voodoo.
Hold up, let me start again.
Undefeated shirt, Levi's in a Mr.
Rogers [Bm] cardigan.
It's a hell of a feeling, being this fresh bitch.
Seem to sit up on my list, call it [Em] blistex.
Pedaling this medical, the presence of a general.
Magazine [G] centiphose, they all up on my [Bm] genitals.
Got the game in the palm of my hand.
Sitching, wilding out for the talk of your man.
[Em] You bitching, cause I ain't got a lot of time for these weirdos.
Talking shit all up in my ear lobes.
I [Bm] just live life, trying to do it right.
Everyone that hear me say the boy is super nice.
Put a bitch [Em] up on the flight, she gon' be here by tonight.
Get some afternoon delight, only eat it if it's ripe.
Call [Bm] me Stanley Steamer, I be giving her the pipe.
When I'm out of town, she wanna see me, so we Skype.
[Em] She might get obsessed and keep calling.
30,000 feet tall, petty free falling.
[Bm] Just laying back, letting gravity take its course.
I wanna tell all of my haters that we made [Em] it, boy.
From basement studios to some official shit.
I'm stressed out all the time, so I don't give a [Bm] shit.
Used to dream about it, boy, now I'm living it.
412 is the most dope [Em] syndicate.
Had a normal life, but now I'm sick of it.
Tried to spend money just to spend it.
It's ridiculous, young and [Bm] so mischievous.
_ Bitch is, is. _
[Em] And then uh, Rel wants me to sing a hook like this.
_ [G] La la [Bm] la la la la, la la la la la, [Em] la la, _ la la la la. _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
[Em] coming to you from a packed studio. _ _
[Bm] I'm going in after hitting this ganja.
Out to dinner with the homies, private table at Nakama.
[Em] I'm a new millennium Sinatra, copping marijuana from the neighborhood.
[Bm] Rise to the chief and feasting, king of the new school.
I'm speaking in tongues, try translating [Em] voodoo.
Hold up, let me start again.
Undefeated shirt, Levi's in a Mr.
Rogers [Bm] cardigan.
It's a hell of a feeling, being this fresh bitch.
Seem to sit up on my list, call it [Em] blistex.
Pedaling this medical, the presence of a general.
Magazine [G] centiphose, they all up on my [Bm] genitals.
Got the game in the palm of my hand.
Sitching, wilding out for the talk of your man.
[Em] You bitching, cause I ain't got a lot of time for these weirdos.
Talking shit all up in my ear lobes.
I [Bm] just live life, trying to do it right.
Everyone that hear me say the boy is super nice.
Put a bitch [Em] up on the flight, she gon' be here by tonight.
Get some afternoon delight, only eat it if it's ripe.
Call [Bm] me Stanley Steamer, I be giving her the pipe.
When I'm out of town, she wanna see me, so we Skype.
[Em] She might get obsessed and keep calling.
30,000 feet tall, petty free falling.
[Bm] Just laying back, letting gravity take its course.
I wanna tell all of my haters that we made [Em] it, boy.
From basement studios to some official shit.
I'm stressed out all the time, so I don't give a [Bm] shit.
Used to dream about it, boy, now I'm living it.
412 is the most dope [Em] syndicate.
Had a normal life, but now I'm sick of it.
Tried to spend money just to spend it.
It's ridiculous, young and [Bm] so mischievous.
_ Bitch is, is. _
[Em] And then uh, Rel wants me to sing a hook like this.
_ [G] La la [Bm] la la la la, la la la la la, [Em] la la, _ la la la la. _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _