Eve - Let Me Blow Ya Mind (Official Music Video) ft. Gwen Stefani Chords

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[Ab] [A] [Ab] [Abm] Yo, drop your glasses, shake your asses, face screwed up like you having hot flashes.
Which one?.
Pick one, this one, classic, red from blind, yeah bitch I'm [Dbm] drastic.
Why this?.
Why that?.
Lip stop basking, listen to me baby, relax and start [Abm] passing.
Stress away, head back, weaving through the graphic.
This one, wrong, should be labeled as a hazard.
Some of y'all, top psych, I'm gassing.
Clowns, I spot them and I can't stop laughing.
Easy come, easy go, EV gonna be lasting.
Jealousy, let it go, results could be [Dbm] tragic.
Some of y'all ain't writing well, too concerned with fashion.
None of you went Giselle, kept walking, [Abm] imagine.
A lot of y'all, Hollywood, drama, plastic.
Cut bitch, hammer off, real, blasted.
If I had to give you more, it's a million a year.
Now I've got my foot through the door and I ain't going nowhere.
[Dbm] It took a while to get me here and I'm going to take my time.
[Abm] Don't bite that boot, ain't yet.
Now let me blow your mind.
They all a banker, ranker, makes me dizzy.
But it [E] is all about [Abm] after you.
You ain't a gangster, printer, too much TV.
Snakes in the back [E] on the top [Abm] of every [Dbm] tree.
Now while you're in your heat, frustration, baby, you got to breathe.
They [Abm] take a lot more than you to get rid of me.
You see, I do what they can't do.
I just do me.
Ain't no stress when it comes to stage.
Get what you see.
Meet me in the lab, pen and pad, don't believe?.
Six teams, mine, create my own lines.
Love for my wordplay, that's hard to [Dbm] find.
Sophomore, I ain't scared, one of a kind.
All I do is contemplate ways to make your fame mine.
[Abm] Eyes blushed, shot, stressing, chills up your spine.
Sick to your stomach, wishing I wrote your rhymes.
I had to give you more, so I'm leaving again.
Now I got my foot through the door, and I ain't going nowhere.
[Dbm] It took a while to get me here, and I'm going to take my time.
[Abm] Don't like that look, ain't your age.
Now let me blow your mind.
Let your bones crack, your back pop.
I can't stop excitement from your stash box.
Lugged out, I respect the cash route.
Locked down, blasted sets while I [Dbm] mash out.
Yeah, mash out, E-R-E.
Backtrack, think back, E-V-E.
[Abm] Do you like that?.
Yes, you got to.
I know you.
Had you in the trance, first glance from the flow too.
Don't believe?.
I'll show you.
Take you with me.
[F] Turn you on, pinch [E] and go on, give you [Abm] relief.
Put your trust in the bone, winner, listen to me.
Damn, she [E] much thinner now, now I'm complete.
Uh-huh, still styli-on.
[Dbm].
Brickhouse, pile it on.
Ride or die, bitch, double-dog.
Can't wrong, [Abm] beware, because I crush anything I land on.
Me hair ain't no mistake, it was planned on.
I had to give you more.
It's only been a year.
Now I got my fucking butter, and I ain't going nowhere.
It took a while [A] to get me here, and I'm going to take my time.
[Abm] Don't like that look, ain't your age.
Now let me blow your mind.
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