Chords for Travis Thompson - Horchata (Official Video)

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I look _ _ _ [Em] like Annie Miller knocking through the lot left sweat
[G] I'm a talker like my mama [Am] and a poet like my dad
I'm [Em] a bullshitter, little spitter who stumbled out the badge
[G] With a vengeance for the mix and [Am] then his pants already stagged
[Em] I'm that bad weather trendsetter, my pen [G] letters been better
So fucks folding a men's [Em] sweater I'm dashing for greatness, I'm sweating my
check [G] I'm kicking on my feet making a mess of
your desk [Em] like What a woman, what a money, what a good [G] smoke
What a love, what a funny, [Em] what a good smoke What a change, what a light, what a young's
[G] hope And did we come this far [Em] just to run home?
No the fuck we didn't, I'm killing you must be kidding
[G] All the class I skipped to make a [C] classic shift is never stinking
[Em] No you need to re-kick it up, we can never kick it [G] though
Cause none of y'all ever do when shit don't hit me
Like let's link up [Em] bro, nope, because I'm off of this shit
[G] And best believe I'm living if I'm off of [Em] this shit
Yuh, we in the green room eating lunchable [G] So shake my hand and eat your famine
Don't nobody fuck with you, treat you like a substitute
Laughing when your backs [G] turn, I'm scorching everything I [C] touch
Until this shit is past [Em] burn And I got peach fuzz on my face
So [G] how we feel when I'm laughing, you [Em] stop running this race
We ain't one in the same, like don't you ever call me frat [C] rap
But bet I'll take that show because I'm after all your frat's [G] racks
Yup, I'm in the pockets of your polo shorts Take your cash and split it with my crazy
quick composing dorks It's crazy all the shit we do for the buzz
I'm trying to flex, my mama's yelling about some Q's in the top
Yeah, coming to you soon, don't be the lame old ass that's stuck
Catch me in your city, I'm young reviewing the strip clubs
[F] Now watch it how we switch up [G] No marketing, no management, no publishing
It's just [Dm] us, some [F] young fucks who grew up on this town
[G] Shit steady making moves when we gotta be home around [Dm] six
[F] And I'm still spitting these town [G] raps And the cops are still harassing my brown
[Dm] dad [F] And I'm still writing the same [G] verse my homies
went to class While I'm chasing respect from [D] strangers
A [F] strange nerd who wrote poems and wrote his board [G] home
Out that he's fucking one and he's praying like only lord [D] knows
Angry [F] at himself every verse he spit hit a sore bone
[G] That there from everyone who told him he needed more [D] flow
And [F] more flows affected by all the words he [G] spit
Nourishment for the broken and anyone pursuing [D] this
So [F] he gon' bear every part of him all the pieces [G] and tell him in terms exactly who the
old nym needed and I'm fine
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