Chords for Sunday - Earl Sweatshirt Ft. Frank Ocean (Best Version HD)

[B] I know it does seem difficult to hit you up, but you're not passionate [F] about half the shit
that you into, [Cm]
and I ain't having [G] it, and we both know that I don't mean to offend you,
I'm just [F] focused today, and I don't know why it's difficult to admit that [B] I miss you, and
I don't know why [D] we argue, and I just [C] hope that you listen, and if I hurt you I'm sorry,
and music [Em] makes me dismissive, when I'm [D] awake I'm just drifting, I'm not [C] complaining, it's
to say that I stay pretty [Dm]
busy lately, [C] and I could be misbehaving, I [Bm] just hang with my niggas,
[C] I'm fucking famous if you forgot, I'm faithful despite [G] all what's [Em] in my face in my pocket,
[Bm] and this is painfully [C] honest, and when I say it I vomit, on cloudy days when I'm salty,
I [Em] play the [D] 8 to the [G] logic, _
_ [Bm] _ [A] state to state for the profit, it ain't a stain on me nigga,
[Em] my [Am] mama raised me a [Em] profit, I play for dollar incentive, [D] and where I'm walking it's studded,
and half retarded I stumble to [Em] where she [D] parked when she visit, [G] I grab the bottle [Bm] and chug it,
I [Am] see the car in the distance, I know the dark isn't coming, for the moment, _ [Em] if I could hold it,
_ [D] _ _ _ you see, you see, it seems that, [G] all my dreams got [B] dimmer when [A] I stopped smoking pot,
nightmares got more vivid when I stopped smoking pot, [G] and loving [F] you is a [Em] little [D] different,
I don't like you a lot, you see, you see, [G] like, like, oh,
coming back I gotta handle business, vanished my sleeper seat, left you at terminal 3,
I'll meet you down at baggage claim in a couple weeks, a [C] fortnight, when you parade my [G] homecoming,
don't cry, you know I can't live in any place I visit, _ _ [G#] to live and die in LA,
_ I [G] got my Fleetwood Mac, I could get [C] high everyday, but I be sleepy, OCD, [G] and paranoid,
so, give me Bali Beach, no Molly please, palm, no marijuana [C] trees, your hickeys on [G] my A-order,
and tattoos you could only see, when I'm playing surfboard, I put whiskey in that salt water,
I empty every canteen, just to wear that straight edge varsity you think's cool,
they call me soft in high school, thank [C] god I'm jagged, forgot [F#] you don't like it rough,
I mean he called me [G] a faggot, I was just [Bm] calling his bluff, I mean how [C] anal am I gonna be when I'm
aiming my [Bm] gun, and why's this mug all bloody, that was a three on one, standing ovation at
[F] Staples, I got my Grammys and gold, [Bm] polka dots on my bread, I'm not supposed to be stuntin',
it's all [C] melodic this song, I catch this [B] vibe in my sleep, but I'm just jet lagged [E] as a,
[D] and restless, [G] all my dreams got more vivid when [Am] I stop smoking pot,
nightmares got [Em] more vivid when [Am] I stop smoking pot,
[G] loving you's a little [D] different, I don't like you a lot, I mean, _ _ [E] fuck,
[D] _ [G] I don't know what we're [D] about, we're [Am] good as west coast weather,
if you're bipolar, [D] if [A] I'ma need this sweater, [Em] I'd rather be west coast,
[D] _ where it snows, I see how it goes, I put the [B] flowers in bowls, I know they're coming in droves,
you'll only miss when it goes, _ _ _ _ yeah, I think that's it, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
when [Bm] it goes. _ _ _ _ _
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