Chords for Yelawolf - Over Here (Lyrics)

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[Gm] _ _ Alright let's get it.
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_ Silverado, black [C] package, feel as if didn't have time to tag [Gm] it.
I ripped that bitch out the fuckin' lot like I was dead broke [Dm] and I couldn't have it.
Swipe that piece of [C] plastic, brought around Nashville, three [Gm] hours, listening to beats
waiting for the magic.
Swung [Dm] by the crib, grabbed real power, hit the bar, but force the bar.
[C] Pallet parked my brand new car, [Gm] threw the key, said we can move it, please [Bb] be careful
and don't go too [Dm] far.
Took a sec, get it soaked it in, [C] couldn't wipe off my ES grin.
[Gm] Look at real, can you believe it man, just wait till I get them [Dm] 20 twin twins.
That's hard work, [C] I had to do a lot of yard work.
[Gm] I had to pick up that [Bb] white trash, so I could better my artwork.
[Dm] I had to cut my own pad, [C] and do something that I could do. _ _
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[Dm] _ And this one shot [C] down, two shot down, three.
[Gm] _ And this old fuck [Bb] boy keeps looking at [Dm] me.
_ He walks up to [C] his thing, now first meet your dream.
[Gm] I know that he wants to hang him, a state that I'ma dream.
[Dm] Wanna be rock and roll, he starts [C] rambling about who he knows and where [Gm] he's been and
how many records he sold with who and how it this or that.
And I can't [Dm] pretend to like this dude's bag.
Even though he's [C] got the boots, the hats, the leather and the do [Gm]-rag, the shit that
he told me he wrote for so-and-so is just so, so [Dm] wack.
Don't wanna be the [C] supermodel for the pose you [Gm] get.
Don't [Dm] pull a cedar [Bb] cuz you see me in my folding [Dm] jet.
_ Congratulations, [C] hope your mama's proud of what you've [Gm] done.
But she may be the only [Bb] one who does.
I'm over [D] [Dm] here.
You [C] just a bitch.
I'm over [G] here.
A lion, [Bb] a heath man.
I'm over [Dm] here.
You [C] make her sick.
I'm over [Gm] here.
You're a fucking chicken bitch.
Don't come over [D] here.
Black shot jacket, black harley, blue cases, 38, [Am] OG.
[Dm] Creatively a newborn baby from the T to the A.E.
[C] Went from the creek to a love story.
[Gm] Went from a single wide trailer to the boots alligator and the high rides over the [Dm] streets.
Ran through the dirty south and cleats.
[C] Never lost touch, never got beat.
[Gm] Lot of rappers talk about hoes doing blood.
Not a single one said shit about [Dm] me.
Now that's respect.
Can't buy that with a [C] bet or a check.
Better check the beat.
I'm [Gm] out with kings.
Crown my head with a [Bb] tattoo song.
Make sure it reads, no [Dm] more than C.
Fuck a message in a [C] bottle.
Deliver my words like [Gm] Desperado.
Misfits on the mock umbrella.
I hope these songs fulfill the [Dm] sorrow.
Take the brick that you can build tomorrow.
[C] Like a free mason, flower [Gm] narrow.
Sweet bird, a pocket [Bb] sparrow.
Flying through hip hop, rock and [Dm] metal.
And while that clock is [C] ticking,
I won't let a soul living stop my [Gm] vision.
Give me that bucket and a [Bb] bop to dip in.
I'll shine that floor until it's [Dm] popping prisms.
Till you see the colors of the [C] rainbow.
Dancing off my block [Gm] Chevy.
Don't try to fill up my gas tank or my shoes.
Homie, you ain't [Dm] ready.
And if imitation is flattery,
[C] I don't lack on the flattery.
[Gm] I just let gatherings of them all run with the magic.
Go back to my cabin and charge up my [Dm] battery.
Don't wanna be the [C] supermodel for the clothes you [G] wear.
[D] Don't pull a seat up [Bb] cause you'll see me in my folding [Dm] chair.
_ Congratulations, [C] hope your mama's proud of what [D] you've done.
But she may [Bb] be the only one.
Cause, Hum over [D] here.
_ You [C] just a bitch.
Hum [G] over here.
A liar [Bb] and a thief, man.
Hum [Dm] over here.
You [C] make us sick.
Hum [G] over here.
You make us sick.
[Bb] _ Hum [Dm] over here.
Fake fucking [C] rock star.
Hum [Gm] over here.
Politicians [Bb] cop cars.
Hum over [Dm] here.
Pill popping [C] sloppy rappers.
Hum [Gm] over here.
All you motherfucking [Bb] writers don't.
[Dm] Hum over here.
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