REVOLVER Chords by Lil Darkie
Tempo:
95.7 bpm
Chords used:
F#m
A
B
F#
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[N] [B]
Weird son.
[F#m] Yo yo yo yo.
Ay yo.
[C#m]
[B] Yo yo yo yo.
[F#m] [D]
[F#m]
[D] Let's try it one time.
[C#] Look.
If you [F#m] ain't fucking with my vision then act like I don't exist.
If you ain't riding with me nigga get rocking that's what he kicks.
Because I'm tired of the smarty and bitch shit.
I'm tired of the misfits.
And what else?
I'll list it.
I hate niggas that diss it but won't make the [G#m] dis explicit.
I hate when [F#m] niggas switch and play inside you complicit.
I hate when niggas don't know something wrong [B] cause you ain't pissed yet.
Cause you ain't said you [F#m] hate when niggas quiet like some crickets.
Insects.
Crush em up and eat em with some butter on some biscuits.
My fist gets harder when I grip to.
Sit through another fucking day of playing shit cool.
[B] Fuck that.
I hope the fucking [F#m] planet suck the guts out of my nutsack.
I'll bust back.
You can fucking trust that.
I'll hit you right in your fucking neck and let you lay inside a piss pool.
Cause there ain't nothing worse than treated badly by your brother.
Kinda anger make me wanna see another inner gutter.
Kinda anger make me blind and make me think an awful thought.
Was never taught how to forgive and maybe I had just forgot.
I'm tired of the smarty and bitch shit.
Why the people that supposed to have your back is turn to ops.
Kinda anger make me [A] wanna murder every single cop [F#m] with a shotgun.
Pull up in a pop one.
Pull up [A] in a pop two.
Now they [F#] fucking shot you.
So let it stay a thought that.
The kind of one that dropped in.
[A] The kind of one I put inside a song that I can bop ten times until [F#m] it stop caring.
About the [A] fact that underneath it all there's nothing solid to hold on to [F#m] like you want to.
And when I'm dreaming I feel better than I do when I'm awake.
How all my dreams [A] are realer people than the ones that's living when they're really fake.
Like actually.
I do this rap [F#m] casually.
Distract me from my dying and trying to feel my innocence again.
And it's impacting me positively.
And in a sense I guess it is the cause of anxiety.
When people got pairs of cents they wanna give to.
Distribute opinions about the art but I ain't like the other rappers you listen to.
This music is a pageant with emphasis on the pain.
It's not to entertain it's the noises inside my brain.
And I pray that you understand that I'm sorry I'm so aggressive.
If I had a hundred bands I'd invest it into my message.
That race is fake.
[F#] That people equal but don't [F#m] wanna be.
It's all because of greed and how we structure our economy.
I'm so depressed.
I've had this liquor in my chest [F#] like everyday cause I ain't been feeling the best.
A mixed race faggot boy that rapping ain't black but his goddess is.
I pray that Kali Ma descend on LA bring apocalypse.
[F#m]
Yes.
Weird son.
[F#m] Yo yo yo yo.
Ay yo.
[C#m]
[B] Yo yo yo yo.
[F#m] [D]
[F#m]
[D] Let's try it one time.
[C#] Look.
If you [F#m] ain't fucking with my vision then act like I don't exist.
If you ain't riding with me nigga get rocking that's what he kicks.
Because I'm tired of the smarty and bitch shit.
I'm tired of the misfits.
And what else?
I'll list it.
I hate niggas that diss it but won't make the [G#m] dis explicit.
I hate when [F#m] niggas switch and play inside you complicit.
I hate when niggas don't know something wrong [B] cause you ain't pissed yet.
Cause you ain't said you [F#m] hate when niggas quiet like some crickets.
Insects.
Crush em up and eat em with some butter on some biscuits.
My fist gets harder when I grip to.
Sit through another fucking day of playing shit cool.
[B] Fuck that.
I hope the fucking [F#m] planet suck the guts out of my nutsack.
I'll bust back.
You can fucking trust that.
I'll hit you right in your fucking neck and let you lay inside a piss pool.
Cause there ain't nothing worse than treated badly by your brother.
Kinda anger make me wanna see another inner gutter.
Kinda anger make me blind and make me think an awful thought.
Was never taught how to forgive and maybe I had just forgot.
I'm tired of the smarty and bitch shit.
Why the people that supposed to have your back is turn to ops.
Kinda anger make me [A] wanna murder every single cop [F#m] with a shotgun.
Pull up in a pop one.
Pull up [A] in a pop two.
Now they [F#] fucking shot you.
So let it stay a thought that.
The kind of one that dropped in.
[A] The kind of one I put inside a song that I can bop ten times until [F#m] it stop caring.
About the [A] fact that underneath it all there's nothing solid to hold on to [F#m] like you want to.
And when I'm dreaming I feel better than I do when I'm awake.
How all my dreams [A] are realer people than the ones that's living when they're really fake.
Like actually.
I do this rap [F#m] casually.
Distract me from my dying and trying to feel my innocence again.
And it's impacting me positively.
And in a sense I guess it is the cause of anxiety.
When people got pairs of cents they wanna give to.
Distribute opinions about the art but I ain't like the other rappers you listen to.
This music is a pageant with emphasis on the pain.
It's not to entertain it's the noises inside my brain.
And I pray that you understand that I'm sorry I'm so aggressive.
If I had a hundred bands I'd invest it into my message.
That race is fake.
[F#] That people equal but don't [F#m] wanna be.
It's all because of greed and how we structure our economy.
I'm so depressed.
I've had this liquor in my chest [F#] like everyday cause I ain't been feeling the best.
A mixed race faggot boy that rapping ain't black but his goddess is.
I pray that Kali Ma descend on LA bring apocalypse.
[F#m]
Yes.
Key:
F#m
A
B
F#
D
F#m
A
B
[N] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
Weird son. _ _
[F#m] Yo yo yo yo.
Ay yo.
[C#m] _ _
[B] Yo yo yo yo. _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] Let's try it one time.
[C#] _ _ _ Look.
If you [F#m] ain't fucking with my vision then act like I don't exist.
If you ain't riding with me nigga get rocking that's what he kicks.
Because I'm tired of the smarty and bitch shit.
I'm tired of the misfits.
And what else?
I'll list it.
I hate niggas that diss it but won't make the [G#m] dis explicit.
I hate when [F#m] niggas switch and play inside you complicit.
I hate when niggas don't know something wrong [B] cause you ain't pissed yet.
Cause you ain't said you [F#m] hate when niggas quiet like some crickets.
Insects.
Crush em up and eat em with some butter on some biscuits.
My fist gets harder when I grip to.
Sit through another fucking day of playing shit cool.
[B] Fuck that.
I hope the fucking [F#m] planet suck the guts out of my nutsack.
I'll bust back.
You can fucking trust that.
I'll hit you right in your fucking neck and let you lay inside a piss pool.
Cause there ain't nothing worse than treated badly by your brother.
Kinda anger make me wanna see another inner gutter.
Kinda anger make me blind and make me think an awful thought.
Was never taught how to forgive and maybe I had just forgot.
I'm tired of the smarty and bitch shit.
Why the people that supposed to have your back is turn to ops.
Kinda anger make me [A] wanna murder every single cop [F#m] with a shotgun.
Pull up in a pop one.
Pull up [A] in a pop two.
Now they [F#] fucking shot you.
So let it stay a thought that.
The kind of one that dropped in.
[A] The kind of one I put inside a song that I can bop ten times until [F#m] it stop caring.
About the [A] fact that underneath it all there's nothing solid to hold on to [F#m] like you want to.
And when I'm dreaming I feel better than I do when I'm awake.
How all my dreams [A] are realer people than the ones that's living when they're really fake.
Like actually.
I do this rap [F#m] casually.
Distract me from my dying and trying to feel my innocence again.
And it's impacting me positively.
And in a sense I guess it is the cause of anxiety.
When people got pairs of cents they wanna give to.
Distribute opinions about the art but I ain't like the other rappers you listen to.
This music is a pageant with emphasis on the pain.
It's not to entertain it's the noises inside my brain.
And I pray that you understand that I'm sorry I'm so aggressive.
If I had a hundred bands I'd invest it into my message.
That race is fake.
[F#] That people equal but don't [F#m] wanna be.
It's all because of greed and how we structure our economy.
I'm so depressed.
I've had this liquor in my chest [F#] like everyday cause I ain't been feeling the best.
A mixed race faggot boy that rapping ain't black but his goddess is.
I pray that Kali Ma descend on LA bring apocalypse.
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Yes. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
Weird son. _ _
[F#m] Yo yo yo yo.
Ay yo.
[C#m] _ _
[B] Yo yo yo yo. _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] Let's try it one time.
[C#] _ _ _ Look.
If you [F#m] ain't fucking with my vision then act like I don't exist.
If you ain't riding with me nigga get rocking that's what he kicks.
Because I'm tired of the smarty and bitch shit.
I'm tired of the misfits.
And what else?
I'll list it.
I hate niggas that diss it but won't make the [G#m] dis explicit.
I hate when [F#m] niggas switch and play inside you complicit.
I hate when niggas don't know something wrong [B] cause you ain't pissed yet.
Cause you ain't said you [F#m] hate when niggas quiet like some crickets.
Insects.
Crush em up and eat em with some butter on some biscuits.
My fist gets harder when I grip to.
Sit through another fucking day of playing shit cool.
[B] Fuck that.
I hope the fucking [F#m] planet suck the guts out of my nutsack.
I'll bust back.
You can fucking trust that.
I'll hit you right in your fucking neck and let you lay inside a piss pool.
Cause there ain't nothing worse than treated badly by your brother.
Kinda anger make me wanna see another inner gutter.
Kinda anger make me blind and make me think an awful thought.
Was never taught how to forgive and maybe I had just forgot.
I'm tired of the smarty and bitch shit.
Why the people that supposed to have your back is turn to ops.
Kinda anger make me [A] wanna murder every single cop [F#m] with a shotgun.
Pull up in a pop one.
Pull up [A] in a pop two.
Now they [F#] fucking shot you.
So let it stay a thought that.
The kind of one that dropped in.
[A] The kind of one I put inside a song that I can bop ten times until [F#m] it stop caring.
About the [A] fact that underneath it all there's nothing solid to hold on to [F#m] like you want to.
And when I'm dreaming I feel better than I do when I'm awake.
How all my dreams [A] are realer people than the ones that's living when they're really fake.
Like actually.
I do this rap [F#m] casually.
Distract me from my dying and trying to feel my innocence again.
And it's impacting me positively.
And in a sense I guess it is the cause of anxiety.
When people got pairs of cents they wanna give to.
Distribute opinions about the art but I ain't like the other rappers you listen to.
This music is a pageant with emphasis on the pain.
It's not to entertain it's the noises inside my brain.
And I pray that you understand that I'm sorry I'm so aggressive.
If I had a hundred bands I'd invest it into my message.
That race is fake.
[F#] That people equal but don't [F#m] wanna be.
It's all because of greed and how we structure our economy.
I'm so depressed.
I've had this liquor in my chest [F#] like everyday cause I ain't been feeling the best.
A mixed race faggot boy that rapping ain't black but his goddess is.
I pray that Kali Ma descend on LA bring apocalypse.
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Yes. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _