Chords for Pusha T - Trouble On My Mind feat. Tyler, The Creator (Official Video)

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_ _ [F#] It's the blackout, Rory got the back [G] out Showing [F#] my black ass, engine in the glass
out Started in the crack house, Obama went the
back route He'll been Latin of a four up in the black
house Still got the max [B] out, pull the mask down like
a mascot Still trick with bitches, I would money her
with ass shots Good had room for one more, I took the last
[N] spot Re up gang Peter, Nicky Aidan hit the [F#] jackpot
Whole nother level, then you add fame, [G] that's a whole [F#] nother devil
Legit drug dealer, [G] that's a whole [F#] nother bezel The carbon auto mall, [G] that's a whole [F#] nother
metal But still keep it ghetto, [G] [F#] behind the scenes
pull strings like Geppetto [G] The gun [F#] blow steam, whistle like a T-kettle
[G] Running [G#] like the rebels, you an LV sports shoe on a pedal
I let you niggas settle, [F#] yeah
Trouble on my mind, I got trouble on my mind Trouble on my mind, so much trouble on my mind _ _ _ _ _ _
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[Gm] _ [F#] Rel said get him so I got him Stripped [G] him, brushed the pate, [F#] then I accidentally
shot him Then [G] it ricocheted [F#] and killed the game
I'm a prophet, cause I wanna fuck the world But not a fan of using condoms
Hard [G] in my French, [F#] I'm going hard as my dick When I envision [G] my tip [F#] on the crust of bitch lips
[Gm] Mr.
Lipshits [F#] has been tripping since I mentioned Reptar
[Gm] Triceratops, dinosaur dick I feel [F#] it in my gut
To kill these [Gm] motherfuckers is a must [F#] like the arm of my pitch
[G] Niggas coming shorter [F#] than a bush with Billy And I [G] stoom on sale [F#] during Christmas in Philly
Um, well [G] not [F#] really, it's getting kinda chilly Let's hit [G] a couple bars [F#] and
get some bitches wet, Willie [G] Soaked getting [F#m] jiggy with it
And Bad Lair's riches with a bag of pills Couple [F#] berries and a biscuit
Trouble on my mind, I got trouble on my mind Trouble on my mind, so much trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind, I got trouble on my mind Trouble on my mind, so much trouble on [A#] my mind
_ [F#] _ I'm a fuckwalking [G] paradox And [F#] a really shitty rapper
And my favorite pair [G] of socks [G#m] Iron pair of Dockers, two Glocks, and I'm screaming RECESS!
[G] With the speakers blasting a pair of Pox [F#] Yonkers, 10 milli, you're silly
[G] Thinking that [F#] this cream wasn't free, Willie Feeling [G] is [F#] neutral, gang is you, fool
When fucking Tyler, then Chad, you those [B] bores [F#] Wolfgang and the
With the re-ups, a hell of a buzz [G] Rick James [F#] said cocaine's a hell of a drug
[G] Who else could [F#] put the hipsters with felons and thugs?
[G] It ain't a [F#] perfect picture of what selling it does
[G] This [F#] is for the critics who doubted the [G] chemistry Two [F#m] different worlds, same symmetry
In [G] this black [F#] art, see the wizardry When you at the [G#m] top of your game, you make
enemies [F#] You'll never finish me
Trouble on my mind, I got trouble on my mind Trouble on my mind, so much trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind, I got trouble on my mind Trouble on my mind, so [C] much trouble on [D] my mind
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