Chords for Machine Gun Kelly - Sail (Official Music Video)

_ _ [C#] Well, Bob, what about the little motherfucker from the land where they came from?
I made them stacks.
Never was more than a city, so I had to get him to [C#m] reckon and come make these tracks.
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_ [D#m] This is a real rapper's theme music.
Bitch, sing to it.
This how you cook up some goat with no powder.
Don't turn on that stove, just turn this shit up [C#] louder.
Black Eddie Bauer, mask on my face like I'm ready to take what is yours cause it's [F#] ours.
Y'all stole my style, I shit on you like [C#m] bowels and take all your princesses.
Bitch, [D#m] I am Bowser.
Fuck superpowers, I got this weed.
Girl, I'm a head dog, that's all that I need.
I don't play games, man, I'm not in no league and I don't drop no names, but bitch, I am from [C#] Cleveland.
There, there, there's a jam, someone jump, Britney, we did it again.
I [F#] heard Pooh got her acquitted again.
And my [C#] bank account all to six [D#m] digits again.
Po' out from here, this for the ones who ain't make it.
This for the ones who ain't make it.
Focus your lens, point it at me and see greatness.
Point it at me and see greatness.
[G#m] Ray need a Benz, [C#] girl need a [A#] O-Bet for savings.
[D#m] Tezo need all what he wants, but homie, I'm saying I need a [A#m] Pooh, that's bacon, A-Rab money.
Salaam [F#] alaikum, the people go [D#m] vicky.
Pick up your shiny, my bitch is a murderer.
She got a body, she got that brain.
Some are cum laude, my [A#m] city the jungle.
Don't take that [D#] safari, it's lions, it's tigers.
Gangsta disciples, lords, Judas' [F#] checks and the morals.
Whores who swear that they live by the Bible when freaky faders are [B] moded and titled and that's why I_
I'm out of the ghetto, away from the mornings with [D#m] snow in that shovel.
I'm out of this level, I'm trying to be number one, why would I [A] settle?
_ Gone through the [C#] new world, no Pinto, no Nino, no Santa Maria.
[F#] _ Still keeping [E] hood with my P.S. slipping colors, [C#m] Foxy Sangria.
_ Plucking my cup, [F#] working my wrist, I be spanking my slut.
_ Juggle my [E] nuts, use your two hands while I juggle these [G#] fucks.
[D#m] But that's zero, it's not, my hand's busy holding million fingers up.
I don't do two things, I [C#] start with this truck.
And I don't hate y'all, I'm just fucking with [D#] us.
And [C#] that's where the nifty, my [D#m] hustles mean I can sell books to King Griffey.
I'm like Lionel Richie, my fans have me touring till 2050.
[A#m] The title is evil, this [G#m] bus is for Keno, and T for my [F#] people.
_ Fuck all these [C#] fakers, can't wait till you back on your [D#m] feet, the streets needs you.
I'm [D#] out of the ghetto, away from the mornings with snow in that shovel.
I'm out of this level, I'm trying to be number one, why would I [F#] settle?
_ [D#] Gone through the new world, no Pinto, no Nino, no [C#] Santa [F#] Maria.
And I still keep it [C#] real with my P-S-I [D#m]-P-P-Y-R-O-P-P-Y-S-A-N-G-R-I-A, Chels. _ _ _
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