Chords for Travis Scott - 16 Chapels
Tempo:
107.25 bpm
Chords used:
Bm
G
D
B
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B]
[Em] [G]
[Bm]
I don't know about you [G] [F#m] Feels like I'm floating through the night
[D] Slow [G]
move to the [Em] groove [Bm] Then it feels right
Yeah, it's like a nightclub [G] baby Na na na, na na na, na na na
Don't [Bm]
do traffic [D] Then it move [Bm] like drug
Bitch, this shit be the coldest [G] Wake up, niggas, [F#] where the flow just
[Bm] Fuck she throwing up last night Only [G] if the dumb bitch did what I told her
She feel me, I feel her If she even let me move my fingers to the skirt
[Bm] Fuck it, live for the moment I know [D] Brad and I'm the whole spread [Bm] like
T-Stick Her legs spread like Moses
All on white rigid glass, if we ever toughest To the same ones who love talking that wild
shit Be the same ones who wanna be around the
most [G] Said soon enough, niggas out of two-tone
Two blonde chicks [Bm] with the blue gown Complaining that I'm out of breath
Well, at least [D] you could've thought of putting the mink on
I don't know about you [G] [F#m] Feels like I'm floating through the [D] night
Slow [G]
move to the [Em] groove [G] Then [Bm] it feels right
Yeah, it's like a nightclub [G] baby Na na na, na na na, na na na
[Bm] I don't know who's driving
[D]
[Bm] Wet dreams with the prom queen [G] Now I'm trying to [F#] screw me a cinephobe
[Bm] Every nigga have they wild dreams [G] Mine's just a fly to the summer in my winter
clothes Sin City is a mile away
I see the devil in the [Bm] skirt, but it's a nightgown Hallelujah, does it even matter if it's night or day
When we pull up, she gon' pull a sham This is where we find the same niggas that
snip-died And the drunk up in my most green on designer
Her ass based [G] off a drama, call us Minny Yoda Six years, catch me trying yoga
In the Cesar Palace, rocking a toga [B] Throwing a toga party
Chilling with your [D] bitch and she extra naughty [B] I don't know about [Bm] you
I [D] [E]
[B] don't know about you
[D] Dance [E] like a nightclub [G] baby Na na na, na na na, na na na
I [Bm] don't know who's driving
[D] [Am]
[G]
[Bm] Mag
[G] Feel it move like Mag Mag
[Bm] I don't know about you
Feel like [D] I'm floating through the night
Slow [Bm]
moves to the groove
I don't [D] know if it feels right
Na
[Bm] na na, na na na, na na na na I feel like I'm floating through traffic
[D] Then it move [Bm] like mag
[A#m] [C] [B] [A#]
[A] [G#] [Em] [D#m] [Dm] [C#m] [Cm] [N]
[Em] [G]
[Bm]
I don't know about you [G] [F#m] Feels like I'm floating through the night
[D] Slow [G]
move to the [Em] groove [Bm] Then it feels right
Yeah, it's like a nightclub [G] baby Na na na, na na na, na na na
Don't [Bm]
do traffic [D] Then it move [Bm] like drug
Bitch, this shit be the coldest [G] Wake up, niggas, [F#] where the flow just
[Bm] Fuck she throwing up last night Only [G] if the dumb bitch did what I told her
She feel me, I feel her If she even let me move my fingers to the skirt
[Bm] Fuck it, live for the moment I know [D] Brad and I'm the whole spread [Bm] like
T-Stick Her legs spread like Moses
All on white rigid glass, if we ever toughest To the same ones who love talking that wild
shit Be the same ones who wanna be around the
most [G] Said soon enough, niggas out of two-tone
Two blonde chicks [Bm] with the blue gown Complaining that I'm out of breath
Well, at least [D] you could've thought of putting the mink on
I don't know about you [G] [F#m] Feels like I'm floating through the [D] night
Slow [G]
move to the [Em] groove [G] Then [Bm] it feels right
Yeah, it's like a nightclub [G] baby Na na na, na na na, na na na
[Bm] I don't know who's driving
[D]
[Bm] Wet dreams with the prom queen [G] Now I'm trying to [F#] screw me a cinephobe
[Bm] Every nigga have they wild dreams [G] Mine's just a fly to the summer in my winter
clothes Sin City is a mile away
I see the devil in the [Bm] skirt, but it's a nightgown Hallelujah, does it even matter if it's night or day
When we pull up, she gon' pull a sham This is where we find the same niggas that
snip-died And the drunk up in my most green on designer
Her ass based [G] off a drama, call us Minny Yoda Six years, catch me trying yoga
In the Cesar Palace, rocking a toga [B] Throwing a toga party
Chilling with your [D] bitch and she extra naughty [B] I don't know about [Bm] you
I [D] [E]
[B] don't know about you
[D] Dance [E] like a nightclub [G] baby Na na na, na na na, na na na
I [Bm] don't know who's driving
[D] [Am]
[G]
[Bm] Mag
[G] Feel it move like Mag Mag
[Bm] I don't know about you
Feel like [D] I'm floating through the night
Slow [Bm]
moves to the groove
I don't [D] know if it feels right
Na
[Bm] na na, na na na, na na na na I feel like I'm floating through traffic
[D] Then it move [Bm] like mag
[A#m] [C] [B] [A#]
[A] [G#] [Em] [D#m] [Dm] [C#m] [Cm] [N]
Key:
Bm
G
D
B
Em
Bm
G
D
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I don't know about you [G] _ [F#m] Feels like I'm floating through the night
[D] _ _ Slow [G] _ _
move to the [Em] groove [Bm] Then it feels _ right
Yeah, it's like a nightclub [G] baby Na na na, na na na, na na na
Don't [Bm]
do traffic _ _ [D] _ _ Then it move [Bm] like drug
Bitch, this shit be the coldest [G] Wake up, niggas, [F#] where the flow just
[Bm] Fuck she throwing up last night Only [G] if the dumb bitch did what I told her
She feel me, I feel her If she even let me move my fingers to the skirt
[Bm] Fuck it, live for the moment I know [D] Brad and I'm the whole spread [Bm] like
T-Stick Her legs spread like Moses
All on white rigid glass, if we ever toughest To the same ones who love talking that wild
shit Be the same ones who wanna be around the
most [G] Said soon enough, niggas out of two-tone
Two blonde chicks [Bm] with the blue gown Complaining that I'm out of breath
Well, at least [D] you could've thought of putting the mink on
I don't know about you [G] _ [F#m] Feels like I'm floating through the [D] night
_ _ Slow [G] _ _
_ move to the [Em] _ groove [G] Then [Bm] it feels right
_ Yeah, it's like a nightclub [G] baby Na na na, na na na, na na na
[Bm] I don't know who's driving
_ _ [D] _ _ _
[Bm] Wet dreams with the prom queen [G] Now I'm trying to [F#] screw me a cinephobe
[Bm] Every nigga have they wild dreams [G] Mine's just a fly to the summer in my winter
clothes Sin City is a mile away
I see the devil in the [Bm] skirt, but it's a nightgown Hallelujah, does it even matter if it's night or day
When we pull up, she gon' pull a sham This is where we find the same niggas that
snip-died And the drunk up in my most green on designer
Her ass based [G] off a drama, call us Minny Yoda Six years, catch me trying yoga
In the Cesar Palace, rocking a toga [B] Throwing a toga party
Chilling with your [D] bitch and she extra naughty [B] I don't know about [Bm] you
_ _ I _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
[B] don't know about _ _ you _
[D] Dance _ _ _ [E] like a nightclub [G] baby Na na na, na na na, na na na
I [Bm] don't know who's driving
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [Am] _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ Mag
_ [G] Feel it move like Mag Mag _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ I _ _ _ _ don't know about _ _ you
Feel like [D] I'm floating through the night
_ _ _ Slow [Bm] _
_ moves to the groove
I don't [D] know if it feels right
_ Na _ _
[Bm] _ na na, na na na, na na na na I feel like I'm floating through traffic
_ _ [D] _ _ Then it move [Bm] like mag
_ _ _ _ [A#m] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [B] _ _ [A#] _ _
[A] _ [G#] _ [Em] _ [D#m] _ [Dm] _ [C#m] _ [Cm] _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I don't know about you [G] _ [F#m] Feels like I'm floating through the night
[D] _ _ Slow [G] _ _
move to the [Em] groove [Bm] Then it feels _ right
Yeah, it's like a nightclub [G] baby Na na na, na na na, na na na
Don't [Bm]
do traffic _ _ [D] _ _ Then it move [Bm] like drug
Bitch, this shit be the coldest [G] Wake up, niggas, [F#] where the flow just
[Bm] Fuck she throwing up last night Only [G] if the dumb bitch did what I told her
She feel me, I feel her If she even let me move my fingers to the skirt
[Bm] Fuck it, live for the moment I know [D] Brad and I'm the whole spread [Bm] like
T-Stick Her legs spread like Moses
All on white rigid glass, if we ever toughest To the same ones who love talking that wild
shit Be the same ones who wanna be around the
most [G] Said soon enough, niggas out of two-tone
Two blonde chicks [Bm] with the blue gown Complaining that I'm out of breath
Well, at least [D] you could've thought of putting the mink on
I don't know about you [G] _ [F#m] Feels like I'm floating through the [D] night
_ _ Slow [G] _ _
_ move to the [Em] _ groove [G] Then [Bm] it feels right
_ Yeah, it's like a nightclub [G] baby Na na na, na na na, na na na
[Bm] I don't know who's driving
_ _ [D] _ _ _
[Bm] Wet dreams with the prom queen [G] Now I'm trying to [F#] screw me a cinephobe
[Bm] Every nigga have they wild dreams [G] Mine's just a fly to the summer in my winter
clothes Sin City is a mile away
I see the devil in the [Bm] skirt, but it's a nightgown Hallelujah, does it even matter if it's night or day
When we pull up, she gon' pull a sham This is where we find the same niggas that
snip-died And the drunk up in my most green on designer
Her ass based [G] off a drama, call us Minny Yoda Six years, catch me trying yoga
In the Cesar Palace, rocking a toga [B] Throwing a toga party
Chilling with your [D] bitch and she extra naughty [B] I don't know about [Bm] you
_ _ I _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
[B] don't know about _ _ you _
[D] Dance _ _ _ [E] like a nightclub [G] baby Na na na, na na na, na na na
I [Bm] don't know who's driving
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [Am] _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ Mag
_ [G] Feel it move like Mag Mag _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ I _ _ _ _ don't know about _ _ you
Feel like [D] I'm floating through the night
_ _ _ Slow [Bm] _
_ moves to the groove
I don't [D] know if it feels right
_ Na _ _
[Bm] _ na na, na na na, na na na na I feel like I'm floating through traffic
_ _ [D] _ _ Then it move [Bm] like mag
_ _ _ _ [A#m] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [B] _ _ [A#] _ _
[A] _ [G#] _ [Em] _ [D#m] _ [Dm] _ [C#m] _ [Cm] _ [N] _