Chords for SHAHMEN - MARK (EMR3YGUL Remix)
Tempo:
100.45 bpm
Chords used:
F
F#
Fm
C
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#]
[C] [F]
[F] [F#]
[Fm]
[F]
[F#]
[C]
[F] [F#]
[F]
[F#]
[F]
When the sunset shines, I see the crafty grind.
From the back to the front, what's [F#] that you want?
[F] When the rubbers start rotting, I'm wide open with a glass of wine.
I'm smoking the barrel while I'm getting ready to pop.
I'm going to measure how the budget is popped.
I'm stacking cheddar while the proof just [F#] rots.
[F] With my eyes and my ears, do you [Fm] hear my throat?
I'm cutting.
[C]
[Fm]
[F]
[C] [F#]
[F]
[C#] [C] [F#]
[F] Skin the color of [C] the bark.
Clothes smelling like trees, I'm stealing muscle from [F] my roots.
Right back in the heart.
[F#] I'm starving.
[F] I'm on my mark.
My friends are green, they don't need me.
It's that dark.
Clothes smelling like trees, digging my roof.
Right back in the heart.
[F#] I'm starving.
I'm [F] on my mark.
My friends are green, they don't need me.
It's that dark.
When the lights are just that bright.
When the sunset shines, I see the crafty grind.
From the back to the front, [F#] what's that you want?
[F] When the rubbers start rotting, I'm wide open with a glass [C] of wine.
I'm smoking the barrel while I'm getting ready [F] to pop.
I'm sure how the pleasure to come.
I can get it while the fruit [F#] just rots.
[F] With my eyes and my ears, do you hear my throat?
I'm cutting.
Creeping on the combine.
Hard bark, [Fm] lip rocks, that everything I smoke.
[F#] Some of things so they [Fm] pull dust.
The 1985 California Gold Rush.
It slimes us, the [F#] flesh that it [F] holds up.
My pines and my bulls got us fused up.
One for [F#] one, eagles almost [Fm] no good.
And my eyes don't look like that approach.
[F] [F#]
[Fm]
[F#]
[Fm]
[C] [F]
[F] [F#]
[Fm]
[F]
[F#]
[C]
[F] [F#]
[F]
[F#]
[F]
When the sunset shines, I see the crafty grind.
From the back to the front, what's [F#] that you want?
[F] When the rubbers start rotting, I'm wide open with a glass of wine.
I'm smoking the barrel while I'm getting ready to pop.
I'm going to measure how the budget is popped.
I'm stacking cheddar while the proof just [F#] rots.
[F] With my eyes and my ears, do you [Fm] hear my throat?
I'm cutting.
[C]
[Fm]
[F]
[C] [F#]
[F]
[C#] [C] [F#]
[F] Skin the color of [C] the bark.
Clothes smelling like trees, I'm stealing muscle from [F] my roots.
Right back in the heart.
[F#] I'm starving.
[F] I'm on my mark.
My friends are green, they don't need me.
It's that dark.
Clothes smelling like trees, digging my roof.
Right back in the heart.
[F#] I'm starving.
I'm [F] on my mark.
My friends are green, they don't need me.
It's that dark.
When the lights are just that bright.
When the sunset shines, I see the crafty grind.
From the back to the front, [F#] what's that you want?
[F] When the rubbers start rotting, I'm wide open with a glass [C] of wine.
I'm smoking the barrel while I'm getting ready [F] to pop.
I'm sure how the pleasure to come.
I can get it while the fruit [F#] just rots.
[F] With my eyes and my ears, do you hear my throat?
I'm cutting.
Creeping on the combine.
Hard bark, [Fm] lip rocks, that everything I smoke.
[F#] Some of things so they [Fm] pull dust.
The 1985 California Gold Rush.
It slimes us, the [F#] flesh that it [F] holds up.
My pines and my bulls got us fused up.
One for [F#] one, eagles almost [Fm] no good.
And my eyes don't look like that approach.
[F] [F#]
[Fm]
[F#]
[Fm]
Key:
F
F#
Fm
C
C#
F
F#
Fm
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ [F#] _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
When the sunset shines, I see the crafty grind.
From the back to the front, what's [F#] that you want?
[F] When the rubbers start rotting, I'm wide open with a glass of wine.
I'm smoking the barrel while I'm getting ready to pop.
I'm going to measure how the budget is popped.
I'm stacking cheddar while the proof just [F#] rots.
[F] With my eyes and my ears, do you [Fm] hear my throat?
I'm cutting. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [F#] _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ [C] _ _ [F#] _
_ [F] _ Skin the color of [C] the bark.
Clothes smelling like trees, I'm stealing muscle from [F] my roots.
_ Right back in the heart.
[F#] I'm starving.
[F] I'm on my mark.
My friends are green, they don't need me.
It's that dark.
Clothes smelling like trees, digging my roof.
_ Right back in the heart.
[F#] I'm starving.
I'm [F] on my mark.
My friends are green, they don't need me.
It's that dark.
When the lights are just that bright.
When the sunset shines, I see the crafty grind.
From the back to the front, [F#] what's that you want?
[F] When the rubbers start rotting, I'm wide open with a glass [C] of wine.
I'm smoking the barrel while I'm getting ready [F] to pop.
I'm sure how the pleasure to come.
I can get it while the fruit [F#] just rots.
[F] With my eyes and my ears, do you hear my throat?
I'm cutting.
Creeping on the combine.
Hard bark, [Fm] lip rocks, that everything I smoke.
[F#] Some of things so they [Fm] pull dust.
The 1985 California Gold Rush.
It slimes us, the [F#] flesh that it [F] holds up.
My pines and my bulls got us fused up.
One for [F#] one, eagles almost [Fm] no good.
And my eyes don't look like that approach. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ [F#] _
_ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ [F#] _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
When the sunset shines, I see the crafty grind.
From the back to the front, what's [F#] that you want?
[F] When the rubbers start rotting, I'm wide open with a glass of wine.
I'm smoking the barrel while I'm getting ready to pop.
I'm going to measure how the budget is popped.
I'm stacking cheddar while the proof just [F#] rots.
[F] With my eyes and my ears, do you [Fm] hear my throat?
I'm cutting. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [F#] _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ [C] _ _ [F#] _
_ [F] _ Skin the color of [C] the bark.
Clothes smelling like trees, I'm stealing muscle from [F] my roots.
_ Right back in the heart.
[F#] I'm starving.
[F] I'm on my mark.
My friends are green, they don't need me.
It's that dark.
Clothes smelling like trees, digging my roof.
_ Right back in the heart.
[F#] I'm starving.
I'm [F] on my mark.
My friends are green, they don't need me.
It's that dark.
When the lights are just that bright.
When the sunset shines, I see the crafty grind.
From the back to the front, [F#] what's that you want?
[F] When the rubbers start rotting, I'm wide open with a glass [C] of wine.
I'm smoking the barrel while I'm getting ready [F] to pop.
I'm sure how the pleasure to come.
I can get it while the fruit [F#] just rots.
[F] With my eyes and my ears, do you hear my throat?
I'm cutting.
Creeping on the combine.
Hard bark, [Fm] lip rocks, that everything I smoke.
[F#] Some of things so they [Fm] pull dust.
The 1985 California Gold Rush.
It slimes us, the [F#] flesh that it [F] holds up.
My pines and my bulls got us fused up.
One for [F#] one, eagles almost [Fm] no good.
And my eyes don't look like that approach. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ [F#] _
_ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _