Chords for Pusha T - Dreamin Of The Past (Live Session) | Vevo Ctrl
Tempo:
80.35 bpm
Chords used:
F#m
E
A
D
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A] [F#m] I was dreaming [E] of a plan
uh
yeah
crampin'
[E] scramblin'
[D] Gun stutter, make the drumline like [A] Gramblin'
[E] mansion
[F#m] standin'
uh
yeah
crampin'
[E] scramblin'
[D] Gun stutter, make the drumline like [A] Gramblin'
[E] mansion
[F#m] standin'
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F#m
E
A
D
C#m
F#m
E
A
[A] [F#m] I was dreaming [E] of a plan
It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players, uh
We hollowed the walls and back up bodegas, [F#m] uh
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, gimme, he got plenty, yeah, bruh
You niggas ain't flexin', you crampin'
My weight keepin' niggas on the bikes like Amblin'
Weight [D#] loss, rent loss, [E] scramblin'
Now pass the champagne to the champion
My [F#m] niggas get money, get money, get money _
[D] Gun stutter, make the drumline like [A] Gramblin'
MGM [F#m] gamblin', blew a small [E] mansion
Annoyed cause this bitch callin' Lawn Vaughn Lambin'
Fuck who you stampin', them [C#m] niggas just [F#m] standin'
It's not me, they censor and block me
You hollerin' top five, I only see top me
[A] Award shows the only way you [F#m] bitches can rob me
[E] It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players
Clip em' baby if you flinch at the price of bodega, [F#m] uh
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, gimme, he got plenty, yeah, bruh
You niggas ain't drip, you dryin'
Kevlar, Nespalese, I got jacket linin'
You and your bitch income [E] combinin'
I'm sendin' Lorraine Schwartz diamond [F#m] minin'
Find em', I came up with Enzo [D] Drippers
So you got to understand, there's a difference
[A] There's window stickers and window [D] liquors
You know the [E] type, always tryna get in your picture
I was tryna get the dope through in your [F#m] sister
We won't faggin' up the work, wouldn't be no dishes
Be no Christmas, mistletoe, be no [A] kisses
Made a way for [F#m] ourselves, we ain't need no [E] witches
It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players
We hollow [C#m] the walls and pack the [F#m] bodegas
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, gimme, he got plenty, yeah
Walk it down like Brady, gets better with time
Didn't have to reinvent the wheel, it's a better design
Critics, he's out of his mind, haters, he's out of [E] his prime
Yet, always where the money's at, like lottery [F#m] signs
Still I climb, [A] rockstar, third eye [D] blind
I was bored by these albums, so it gotta be [A] time
No reward for [F#m] the latter, so it gotta be [E] mine
Huff and puff in the club, then I gotta be shined
It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the [F#m] players
We hollow the walls and pack the bodegas
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, gimme, he got plenty, yeah _ _
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It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players, uh
We hollowed the walls and back up bodegas, [F#m] uh
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, gimme, he got plenty, yeah, bruh
You niggas ain't flexin', you crampin'
My weight keepin' niggas on the bikes like Amblin'
Weight [D#] loss, rent loss, [E] scramblin'
Now pass the champagne to the champion
My [F#m] niggas get money, get money, get money _
[D] Gun stutter, make the drumline like [A] Gramblin'
MGM [F#m] gamblin', blew a small [E] mansion
Annoyed cause this bitch callin' Lawn Vaughn Lambin'
Fuck who you stampin', them [C#m] niggas just [F#m] standin'
It's not me, they censor and block me
You hollerin' top five, I only see top me
[A] Award shows the only way you [F#m] bitches can rob me
[E] It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players
Clip em' baby if you flinch at the price of bodega, [F#m] uh
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, gimme, he got plenty, yeah, bruh
You niggas ain't drip, you dryin'
Kevlar, Nespalese, I got jacket linin'
You and your bitch income [E] combinin'
I'm sendin' Lorraine Schwartz diamond [F#m] minin'
Find em', I came up with Enzo [D] Drippers
So you got to understand, there's a difference
[A] There's window stickers and window [D] liquors
You know the [E] type, always tryna get in your picture
I was tryna get the dope through in your [F#m] sister
We won't faggin' up the work, wouldn't be no dishes
Be no Christmas, mistletoe, be no [A] kisses
Made a way for [F#m] ourselves, we ain't need no [E] witches
It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players
We hollow [C#m] the walls and pack the [F#m] bodegas
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, gimme, he got plenty, yeah
Walk it down like Brady, gets better with time
Didn't have to reinvent the wheel, it's a better design
Critics, he's out of his mind, haters, he's out of [E] his prime
Yet, always where the money's at, like lottery [F#m] signs
Still I climb, [A] rockstar, third eye [D] blind
I was bored by these albums, so it gotta be [A] time
No reward for [F#m] the latter, so it gotta be [E] mine
Huff and puff in the club, then I gotta be shined
It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the [F#m] players
We hollow the walls and pack the bodegas
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, gimme, he got plenty, yeah _ _
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