Chords for Mick Jenkins - Smoke Break-Dance (Feat. JID, Prod. By Stoic) [Official Music Video]

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_ [F] _ _ [F#] _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ [Am] _ [Em] And I keep rolling up And [F] _ [Am] _ _ I keep rolling [Em] up
We [Am] blow it down, we blow it up Hot air in me, we going up
Still this, no [Em] feet going up Fees going up, we pulling up
[F] We throwing up, gang time [Am] Trees going up and flames find us
A forest fire, every smoke break We [Em] opened up, we space
Nigga, we [F] gave our aint time We [Am] tryna reclaim time
We finna rebuild no home He blow with us, he blow [F] with us
That [Dm] come from the face, [Am] time Low key like the bass line
I got smoke and I keep rolling up [Em] _ [B] _
_ [Am] Yeah, I [C] keep rolling [C#] up
Heat getting [Dm] high, beats getting low We getting [D] by, I can't complain
I wouldn't [Em] know how to make you feel me I know they can smell me though
I [F] know they can see a [Dm] motherfucker coming [Am] from a mile away
I ain't sending smoke signals Big [Em] smoke send signals
Either wait on [Dm] it, put an eighth in it Motherfucker got some weight on it
And some wax in it, [Am] don't play with it All the way from [Em] concentrate with [Am] it
Use like fresh OJ is the tangy that I stay with
Since they hit it, I [Em] keep rolling up We blow it [F] down, we blowing up
Hot air, MEV going up Steel is [A] fast and low
We going up [Em] _ _ [F] _ _
[D] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [F] _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
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_ _ _ [Am] _ I roll [C] this one for the road
Two for the [C#] show Three for the [F] dough
345, got a 50 [D] piece from the wing spot
Kick, kick, [A] kick out my [Em] mind [C#] And I'm coming back to [C] fooling some [Am] ganja
But it's only me, you and his ass That's a little bitty piece of [Em] weed
To make a nigga feel like he ain't going [D] off the deep
And I ain't even been sleeping by the way Didn't even think about it
[Em] We was at the bottom I was guided by the beats
Guided by the guns, guided by the [Dm] streets Where the money said he guided by the weak
[Am] He get it all, guided by a leash Try to find [Em] a little peace
But the misery to me is [F] unsolved [Am] Take a breather, hit a reefer
Smoke cough through the blunt fog Got [Em] a dash full of big gas
I can tell you where [F] I'm from But I don't trap so it won't [D] matter
Everybody do a blunt [Em] toast Like the white folks when they paint glasses
Hold my nigga at the front [Am] door So I move slow but I think faster
12 knocking at the front door Shh, be [Em] quiet, he passing
I don't wanna [F] see nobody that I know end up laying in [Am] a deep casket
While the wallet's dressed in madness A nigga keep running home _
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[E] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _
_ [D] It's a whole lot [A] of green All kind of [B] green in this bitch
[D] I understand why it infatuate [D#] You can be [F#m] in limelight too
[C#] All you gotta [F#m] do is exaggerate Smoking on something [F#] chartreuse
I guess a nigga tend to [Bm] oversaturate With this hue
These [D] blue faces and jaded eyes [B] And olive branches and blatant lies
You can [C#m] get this too [F#m] Call it
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