Chords for Sublime - Don't Push
Tempo:
95.9 bpm
Chords used:
A
C
F
G
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [A]
[G] [A]
Snowing from an African land, chased out with a knife, [Bm] with a face like Bob Marley, [A] and a mouth like a motorbike.
Oh well, the [Em] bars are [F] always open, and the time is always right.
And [Bb] if that good word goes unspoken, the [A] music goes all night and it goes.
If I was Bob Marley, I'd say, could you be loved?
And if I was Half-Tine, I'd whip my word up above.
[Dm] If I was Mike Tyson, I'd whip for a fight.
And [A] if I was a boomerang, I would be staying up all night.
If [N] I was a king, I'd rock, I would get stupid.
Dumped in a prime for Cali guns, I'd be called Number 8.
But I'd be Number 9.
You know what I'd do?
[Dm] I'd point that shit street at the sky and shoot heaven on down for you.
Because the bars are always open, and the time is always right.
And if that good word goes unspoken, the [A] music goes all night and it goes.
I want a lover, but I can't find the time.
I want a reason, but I can't find the rhyme.
[Dm] And I want a star for status, [C] but I can't [E] afford.
And you're slandering the crown like I fall on my skateboard, hey.
[Gb] Nowadays, [A] it's clear as you please.
[C] It's dropped with no [F] texture, or [B] struck with [A] disease.
Laughter, it's free.
Anytime, [N] just call me.
439-0116, when you dial with Sublime, you get
[C]
It's not getting better, is it?
Ooh, it's getting up to this.
[A] [D] [A]
Stolen from an African land, [G] I chased out of [F] the bar.
Ooh, I saw my best friend tonight, [D] so [N] don't push me too far.
I'm gonna run, jump out with the new lyrics.
Get hip, get hip, don't slip.
Your knucklehead's face is on his skis.
I'm on a serious tip.
You don't believe me, then I go on busking.
Higher than a mountain, it's hard to climb.
But for the rhythm, man, it must be sublime.
Listen, yellow lover, you're getting right on time.
We got cricket, with the quickness and the [Gm] bassline.
[N] Go and raise the sound and tell the people the news, oh, hey.
Tell them reggae music is on the loose.
Here I am, a play, where the sun keeps shining.
New style and a unique fashion.
I give good vibes, they keep on playing, [Bb] playing.
[Cm] [N]
They might fire one shot, but people say, pal, let's come, come.
They might come with their rocker style.
Come, come, they're not here about your reggae style.
Come, come, we make music, we [Cm] dial.
They might fire one shot, [N] come, come.
They might fire two shots, come, come.
They might fire three shots, come, come.
They're not here about my rock, rock, [Db] rock.
People who are lost, [Eb] they must know [F] where they are.
[C] People who are lost, they [N] must know where they are.
They must know where they are.
We make music, we dial.
People want to come up and they want to tell me,
Smoking crack cocaine better than Sin City.
You're popping that shit, you're a sick oven.
Tweaking every week and we just can't take it.
Oh, we all are plastic.
[C]
[G] [A]
Snowing from an African land, chased out with a knife, [Bm] with a face like Bob Marley, [A] and a mouth like a motorbike.
Oh well, the [Em] bars are [F] always open, and the time is always right.
And [Bb] if that good word goes unspoken, the [A] music goes all night and it goes.
If I was Bob Marley, I'd say, could you be loved?
And if I was Half-Tine, I'd whip my word up above.
[Dm] If I was Mike Tyson, I'd whip for a fight.
And [A] if I was a boomerang, I would be staying up all night.
If [N] I was a king, I'd rock, I would get stupid.
Dumped in a prime for Cali guns, I'd be called Number 8.
But I'd be Number 9.
You know what I'd do?
[Dm] I'd point that shit street at the sky and shoot heaven on down for you.
Because the bars are always open, and the time is always right.
And if that good word goes unspoken, the [A] music goes all night and it goes.
I want a lover, but I can't find the time.
I want a reason, but I can't find the rhyme.
[Dm] And I want a star for status, [C] but I can't [E] afford.
And you're slandering the crown like I fall on my skateboard, hey.
[Gb] Nowadays, [A] it's clear as you please.
[C] It's dropped with no [F] texture, or [B] struck with [A] disease.
Laughter, it's free.
Anytime, [N] just call me.
439-0116, when you dial with Sublime, you get
[C]
It's not getting better, is it?
Ooh, it's getting up to this.
[A] [D] [A]
Stolen from an African land, [G] I chased out of [F] the bar.
Ooh, I saw my best friend tonight, [D] so [N] don't push me too far.
I'm gonna run, jump out with the new lyrics.
Get hip, get hip, don't slip.
Your knucklehead's face is on his skis.
I'm on a serious tip.
You don't believe me, then I go on busking.
Higher than a mountain, it's hard to climb.
But for the rhythm, man, it must be sublime.
Listen, yellow lover, you're getting right on time.
We got cricket, with the quickness and the [Gm] bassline.
[N] Go and raise the sound and tell the people the news, oh, hey.
Tell them reggae music is on the loose.
Here I am, a play, where the sun keeps shining.
New style and a unique fashion.
I give good vibes, they keep on playing, [Bb] playing.
[Cm] [N]
They might fire one shot, but people say, pal, let's come, come.
They might come with their rocker style.
Come, come, they're not here about your reggae style.
Come, come, we make music, we [Cm] dial.
They might fire one shot, [N] come, come.
They might fire two shots, come, come.
They might fire three shots, come, come.
They're not here about my rock, rock, [Db] rock.
People who are lost, [Eb] they must know [F] where they are.
[C] People who are lost, they [N] must know where they are.
They must know where they are.
We make music, we dial.
People want to come up and they want to tell me,
Smoking crack cocaine better than Sin City.
You're popping that shit, you're a sick oven.
Tweaking every week and we just can't take it.
Oh, we all are plastic.
[C]
Key:
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C
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C
F
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
Snowing from an African land, chased out with a knife, [Bm] with a face like Bob Marley, [A] and a mouth like a motorbike.
Oh well, the [Em] bars are [F] always open, and the time is always right.
And [Bb] if that good word goes unspoken, the [A] music goes all night and it goes.
If I was Bob Marley, I'd say, could you be loved?
And if I was Half-Tine, I'd whip my word up above.
[Dm] If I was Mike Tyson, I'd whip for a fight.
And [A] if I was a boomerang, I would be staying up all night.
If [N] I was a king, I'd rock, I would get stupid.
Dumped in a prime for Cali guns, I'd be called Number 8.
But I'd be Number 9.
You know what I'd do?
[Dm] I'd point that shit street at the sky and shoot heaven on down for you.
Because the bars are always open, and the time is always right.
And if that good word goes unspoken, the [A] music goes all night and it goes.
I want a lover, but I can't find the time.
I want a reason, but I can't find the rhyme.
[Dm] And I want a star for status, [C] but I can't [E] afford.
And you're slandering the crown like I fall on my skateboard, hey.
[Gb] Nowadays, [A] it's clear as you please.
[C] It's dropped with no [F] texture, or [B] struck with [A] disease.
Laughter, it's free.
Anytime, [N] just call me.
439-0116, when you dial with Sublime, you get_
[C]
It's not getting better, is it?
Ooh, it's getting up to this.
_ _ [A] _ [D] _ [A] _ _
Stolen from an African land, [G] I chased out of [F] the bar.
Ooh, I saw my best friend tonight, [D] so [N] don't push me too far. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I'm gonna run, jump out with the new lyrics.
Get hip, get hip, don't slip.
Your knucklehead's face is on his skis.
I'm on a serious tip.
You don't believe me, then I go on busking.
Higher than a mountain, it's hard to climb.
But for the rhythm, man, it must be sublime.
Listen, yellow lover, you're getting right on time.
We got cricket, with the quickness and the [Gm] bassline. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] Go and raise the sound and tell the people the news, oh, hey.
Tell them reggae music is on the loose.
_ Here I am, a play, where the sun keeps shining.
New style and a unique fashion.
I give good vibes, they keep on playing, [Bb] playing.
[Cm] _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ They might fire one shot, but people say, pal, let's come, come.
They might come with their rocker style.
Come, come, they're not here about your reggae style.
Come, come, we make music, we [Cm] dial.
They might fire one shot, [N] come, come.
They might fire two shots, come, come.
They might fire three shots, come, come.
They're not here about my rock, rock, [Db] rock.
People who are lost, _ [Eb] they must know [F] where they are.
[C] People who are lost, they [N] must know where they are.
They must know where they are.
We make music, _ _ _ we dial.
_ People _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ want to come up and they want to tell me,
Smoking crack cocaine better than Sin City.
You're popping that shit, you're a sick oven.
Tweaking every week and we just can't take it.
Oh, _ we all are plastic.
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
Snowing from an African land, chased out with a knife, [Bm] with a face like Bob Marley, [A] and a mouth like a motorbike.
Oh well, the [Em] bars are [F] always open, and the time is always right.
And [Bb] if that good word goes unspoken, the [A] music goes all night and it goes.
If I was Bob Marley, I'd say, could you be loved?
And if I was Half-Tine, I'd whip my word up above.
[Dm] If I was Mike Tyson, I'd whip for a fight.
And [A] if I was a boomerang, I would be staying up all night.
If [N] I was a king, I'd rock, I would get stupid.
Dumped in a prime for Cali guns, I'd be called Number 8.
But I'd be Number 9.
You know what I'd do?
[Dm] I'd point that shit street at the sky and shoot heaven on down for you.
Because the bars are always open, and the time is always right.
And if that good word goes unspoken, the [A] music goes all night and it goes.
I want a lover, but I can't find the time.
I want a reason, but I can't find the rhyme.
[Dm] And I want a star for status, [C] but I can't [E] afford.
And you're slandering the crown like I fall on my skateboard, hey.
[Gb] Nowadays, [A] it's clear as you please.
[C] It's dropped with no [F] texture, or [B] struck with [A] disease.
Laughter, it's free.
Anytime, [N] just call me.
439-0116, when you dial with Sublime, you get_
[C]
It's not getting better, is it?
Ooh, it's getting up to this.
_ _ [A] _ [D] _ [A] _ _
Stolen from an African land, [G] I chased out of [F] the bar.
Ooh, I saw my best friend tonight, [D] so [N] don't push me too far. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I'm gonna run, jump out with the new lyrics.
Get hip, get hip, don't slip.
Your knucklehead's face is on his skis.
I'm on a serious tip.
You don't believe me, then I go on busking.
Higher than a mountain, it's hard to climb.
But for the rhythm, man, it must be sublime.
Listen, yellow lover, you're getting right on time.
We got cricket, with the quickness and the [Gm] bassline. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] Go and raise the sound and tell the people the news, oh, hey.
Tell them reggae music is on the loose.
_ Here I am, a play, where the sun keeps shining.
New style and a unique fashion.
I give good vibes, they keep on playing, [Bb] playing.
[Cm] _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ They might fire one shot, but people say, pal, let's come, come.
They might come with their rocker style.
Come, come, they're not here about your reggae style.
Come, come, we make music, we [Cm] dial.
They might fire one shot, [N] come, come.
They might fire two shots, come, come.
They might fire three shots, come, come.
They're not here about my rock, rock, [Db] rock.
People who are lost, _ [Eb] they must know [F] where they are.
[C] People who are lost, they [N] must know where they are.
They must know where they are.
We make music, _ _ _ we dial.
_ People _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ want to come up and they want to tell me,
Smoking crack cocaine better than Sin City.
You're popping that shit, you're a sick oven.
Tweaking every week and we just can't take it.
Oh, _ we all are plastic.
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _