Trailer Park Boys - J-Roc - Trailer Park Life Chords
Tempo:
106.6 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
A
F
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] EARZROBZLUH
[A] [B] [E] Hey, it's your name Blaine, [B] right?
Look at my fuck-all for some [A] base.
[N] Yeah.
How many times have you sat out on the deck?
Getting wrecked and waiting to collect a check?
Knowing that's as good as life is ever gonna get?
Knowing when you're from the park, it's in your blood, it's in your sweat.
Debts and doubts and bets and doubts and insanity.
Is it society or is it just vanity?
That makes me plan to be the man that I plan to be.
Instead I can't see the forest right in front of me.
For the trees, it's a social disease.
And all them other MCs are on my back like fleas.
Please, J to the ROC is so hard.
Oh, well, we ain't even getting [F] royalties from me.
Hell, my part, they're gonna come get me.
Steal a whole [F#] album worth of samples cause they'll let me go.
Stole a diamond ring to make my girl my wife.
Wife?
[A]
That's [E] Treloar Park Life.
[B]
[E] [A] [B]
[A] Great, [N] made a pool in the backyard where the kids play.
They're only ten but acting hard all day.
Cause the apple don't fall far from the tree.
What you think, they grow up and write their SATs?
Beat Gretzky's or race jet skis professionally?
Nah, dog, for that you need opportunity.
And in the park when opportunity knocks,
Open up, it's the cops.
And let me tell you cause it's damn hard to thrive, yo.
And everywhere you turn you're confronted by the five-o.
Denied the right to be a saint.
Now ask me if I'm with that shit, cause I ain't.
They found ten grams, [F] seized my whip and took my knife.
Knife, Europe, knife.
[A]
That's Treloar [E] Park Life.
[B]
[E] Yeah, I got that letter from [B] your boy, huh?
Another half [N] a sticky day at Sunnyvale.
Julian and Ricky Cole busted out of jail.
First stop, the LC to buy their rum and cokes.
Rolling around the shimobile trying to bump smokes.
Back to the park, always there to reclaim.
I'm at the top of my game.
I had my shirt off and shit out but kept the lights on.
Well, the suckers got sucked and the players got played.
I'm still [F] kicking it, you know that I've been though.
From sixth floor school, book [N] depository window.
Scream rhymes on the grassy knoll down below.
It's a sin though that suckers can't see.
My rhymes [D#] are the branches and I [F#] am the tree.
The shit is dopey, ain't [G#] got no candy.
So you best get out my eyes before I take you down like Bambi.
My [F] rhymes are harder than that big ol' God I'm Randy.
My joints are tighter than the nerves of [N] Mr.
Lahey.
I take my chips from Trevor and Corey.
Sorry.
Walk a mile on my knikes and feel the pain and strife, strife.
[A] That's [E] Treloar Park Life.
[B]
[E] Treloar Park Life.
[B]
[A] [E] [B]
That's Treloar Park Life.
[A] [B] [E] Hey, it's your name Blaine, [B] right?
Look at my fuck-all for some [A] base.
[N] Yeah.
How many times have you sat out on the deck?
Getting wrecked and waiting to collect a check?
Knowing that's as good as life is ever gonna get?
Knowing when you're from the park, it's in your blood, it's in your sweat.
Debts and doubts and bets and doubts and insanity.
Is it society or is it just vanity?
That makes me plan to be the man that I plan to be.
Instead I can't see the forest right in front of me.
For the trees, it's a social disease.
And all them other MCs are on my back like fleas.
Please, J to the ROC is so hard.
Oh, well, we ain't even getting [F] royalties from me.
Hell, my part, they're gonna come get me.
Steal a whole [F#] album worth of samples cause they'll let me go.
Stole a diamond ring to make my girl my wife.
Wife?
[A]
That's [E] Treloar Park Life.
[B]
[E] [A] [B]
[A] Great, [N] made a pool in the backyard where the kids play.
They're only ten but acting hard all day.
Cause the apple don't fall far from the tree.
What you think, they grow up and write their SATs?
Beat Gretzky's or race jet skis professionally?
Nah, dog, for that you need opportunity.
And in the park when opportunity knocks,
Open up, it's the cops.
And let me tell you cause it's damn hard to thrive, yo.
And everywhere you turn you're confronted by the five-o.
Denied the right to be a saint.
Now ask me if I'm with that shit, cause I ain't.
They found ten grams, [F] seized my whip and took my knife.
Knife, Europe, knife.
[A]
That's Treloar [E] Park Life.
[B]
[E] Yeah, I got that letter from [B] your boy, huh?
Another half [N] a sticky day at Sunnyvale.
Julian and Ricky Cole busted out of jail.
First stop, the LC to buy their rum and cokes.
Rolling around the shimobile trying to bump smokes.
Back to the park, always there to reclaim.
I'm at the top of my game.
I had my shirt off and shit out but kept the lights on.
Well, the suckers got sucked and the players got played.
I'm still [F] kicking it, you know that I've been though.
From sixth floor school, book [N] depository window.
Scream rhymes on the grassy knoll down below.
It's a sin though that suckers can't see.
My rhymes [D#] are the branches and I [F#] am the tree.
The shit is dopey, ain't [G#] got no candy.
So you best get out my eyes before I take you down like Bambi.
My [F] rhymes are harder than that big ol' God I'm Randy.
My joints are tighter than the nerves of [N] Mr.
Lahey.
I take my chips from Trevor and Corey.
Sorry.
Walk a mile on my knikes and feel the pain and strife, strife.
[A] That's [E] Treloar Park Life.
[B]
[E] Treloar Park Life.
[B]
[A] [E] [B]
That's Treloar Park Life.
Key:
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B
A
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F#
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B
A
_ _ _ [E] _ _ EARZROBZLUH _
[A] _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ [E] Hey, it's your name Blaine, [B] right?
Look at my fuck-all for some [A] base. _
[N] Yeah.
How many times have you sat out on the deck?
Getting wrecked and waiting to collect a check?
Knowing that's as good as life is ever gonna get?
Knowing when you're from the park, it's in your blood, it's in your sweat.
Debts and doubts and bets and doubts and insanity.
Is it society or is it just vanity?
That makes me plan to be the man that I plan to be.
Instead I can't see the forest right in front of me.
For the trees, it's a social disease.
And all them other MCs are on my back like fleas.
Please, J to the ROC is so hard.
Oh, well, we ain't even getting [F] royalties from me.
Hell, my part, they're gonna come get me.
Steal a whole [F#] album worth of samples cause they'll let me go.
Stole a diamond ring to make my girl my wife.
Wife?
[A]
That's [E] Treloar Park Life.
_ _ [B] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _
[A] Great, [N] made a pool in the backyard where the kids play.
They're only ten but acting hard all day.
Cause the apple don't fall far from the tree.
What you think, they grow up and write their SATs?
Beat Gretzky's or race jet skis professionally?
Nah, dog, for that you need opportunity.
And in the park when opportunity knocks,
Open up, it's the cops.
And let me tell you cause it's damn hard to thrive, yo.
And everywhere you turn you're confronted by the five-o.
Denied the right to be a saint.
Now ask me if I'm with that shit, cause I ain't.
They found ten grams, [F] seized my whip and took my knife.
Knife, Europe, knife.
[A]
That's Treloar [E] Park Life.
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[E] _ Yeah, I got that letter from [B] your boy, huh?
_ Another half [N] a sticky day at Sunnyvale.
Julian and Ricky Cole busted out of jail.
First stop, the LC to buy their rum and cokes.
Rolling around the shimobile trying to bump smokes.
Back to the park, always there to reclaim.
I'm at the top of my game. _
_ I had my shirt off and shit out but kept the lights on. _
_ Well, the suckers got sucked and the players got played.
I'm still [F] kicking it, you know that I've been though.
From sixth floor school, book [N] depository window.
Scream rhymes on the grassy knoll down below.
It's a sin though that suckers can't see.
My rhymes [D#] are the branches and I [F#] am the tree.
The shit is dopey, ain't [G#] got no candy.
So you best get out my eyes before I take you down like Bambi.
My [F] rhymes are harder than that big ol' God I'm Randy.
My joints are tighter than the nerves of [N] Mr.
Lahey.
I take my chips from Trevor and Corey. _
Sorry.
Walk a mile on my knikes and feel the pain and strife, strife.
[A] That's [E] Treloar Park Life.
_ _ [B] _ _ _
[E] Treloar Park Life.
_ _ [B] _ _ _
[A] _ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
That's Treloar Park Life. _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ [E] Hey, it's your name Blaine, [B] right?
Look at my fuck-all for some [A] base. _
[N] Yeah.
How many times have you sat out on the deck?
Getting wrecked and waiting to collect a check?
Knowing that's as good as life is ever gonna get?
Knowing when you're from the park, it's in your blood, it's in your sweat.
Debts and doubts and bets and doubts and insanity.
Is it society or is it just vanity?
That makes me plan to be the man that I plan to be.
Instead I can't see the forest right in front of me.
For the trees, it's a social disease.
And all them other MCs are on my back like fleas.
Please, J to the ROC is so hard.
Oh, well, we ain't even getting [F] royalties from me.
Hell, my part, they're gonna come get me.
Steal a whole [F#] album worth of samples cause they'll let me go.
Stole a diamond ring to make my girl my wife.
Wife?
[A]
That's [E] Treloar Park Life.
_ _ [B] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _
[A] Great, [N] made a pool in the backyard where the kids play.
They're only ten but acting hard all day.
Cause the apple don't fall far from the tree.
What you think, they grow up and write their SATs?
Beat Gretzky's or race jet skis professionally?
Nah, dog, for that you need opportunity.
And in the park when opportunity knocks,
Open up, it's the cops.
And let me tell you cause it's damn hard to thrive, yo.
And everywhere you turn you're confronted by the five-o.
Denied the right to be a saint.
Now ask me if I'm with that shit, cause I ain't.
They found ten grams, [F] seized my whip and took my knife.
Knife, Europe, knife.
[A]
That's Treloar [E] Park Life.
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[E] _ Yeah, I got that letter from [B] your boy, huh?
_ Another half [N] a sticky day at Sunnyvale.
Julian and Ricky Cole busted out of jail.
First stop, the LC to buy their rum and cokes.
Rolling around the shimobile trying to bump smokes.
Back to the park, always there to reclaim.
I'm at the top of my game. _
_ I had my shirt off and shit out but kept the lights on. _
_ Well, the suckers got sucked and the players got played.
I'm still [F] kicking it, you know that I've been though.
From sixth floor school, book [N] depository window.
Scream rhymes on the grassy knoll down below.
It's a sin though that suckers can't see.
My rhymes [D#] are the branches and I [F#] am the tree.
The shit is dopey, ain't [G#] got no candy.
So you best get out my eyes before I take you down like Bambi.
My [F] rhymes are harder than that big ol' God I'm Randy.
My joints are tighter than the nerves of [N] Mr.
Lahey.
I take my chips from Trevor and Corey. _
Sorry.
Walk a mile on my knikes and feel the pain and strife, strife.
[A] That's [E] Treloar Park Life.
_ _ [B] _ _ _
[E] Treloar Park Life.
_ _ [B] _ _ _
[A] _ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
That's Treloar Park Life. _ _ _ _ _