Chords for Bones - Sodium [KN Bass extended edition]
Tempo:
121 bpm
Chords used:
Am
E
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Start Jamming...
This is not a wig.
It's fucking real.
If it was a wig, it would just have come off right about now.
Now.
I dyed it black.
You like my shirt?
It says Malvernie because that's where I actually live.
Hometown.
I don't know what the fuck you got to say.
The way that we do it, it's not the way.
Know that you sweat it, you not in the way.
Nothing you do could be hurting my day.
Cash is fuck on my bed, I lay.
Look at the ceiling, it fade away.
Stressing and checking on me for a blessing, but I can't get nothing.
I'm gone for the day.
Sure you can afford that, I get it.
Nigga like a bum only think of holding pennies.
Pull out your mortgage and spend it in a minute.
Take it how you want to get mad when you get blamed.
Everyone around you for the money you ain't getting.
Boiling up to the life you ain't living.
Times I get you to sell ties, I've been giving my minds on the road.
So don't fuck up when I [E] see you.
Blue skid, cotton chains banging off my body.
Sounding like a dog barking, razor barking.
If you buy me, get the scotch light.
Grinding with the switch, restyling mine.
Never going [F#] back to what I did back in high.
Old bones, new throats.
Still thinking I should put my clothes on.
They've been to the point.
If they need to hit my phone, I stay still.
Poppers on the finger make me hope for way.
Never going back to nickel, diamond, fuss and [Am] play.
Power your fucking, you got to say.
The way that we do it, it's not the way.
Knowing you sweating, you nodding away.
Nothing you do could be hurting my day.
Cash is fuck on my bread, I lay.
Look at the ceiling, it fade away.
Stressing and checking on me for a blessing.
But I can't hear nothing, no grunt for the day.
Sure you can afford that, I get it.
Looking like a bomb, only third of all the pennies.
I'll out your mortgage, just spend it in a minute.
Tell you how you want to get mad when you get blamed.
Everyone around you for the money you ain't getting.
Boiling up to the life you ain't living.
Times I get you to sell ties, I've been giving my minds on the road.
So don't fuck up when I [E] see you.
Blue [Am] stick, prime change, banging off my body.
Sounding like a dog walking, razor barking.
If you buy me, let the scotch light.
Grind them with the switch, re-style them.
I ain't never going back to what I did back in [F#] high school.
I need you so, still flicking that shit from my clothes.
Boy, lay on your dead boy.
Nothing need to hit my phone.
I stay still, focus on the figure.
Make me hopeful, we ain't never going back.
The nigger down the fancy [Am] party.
[N]
It's fucking real.
If it was a wig, it would just have come off right about now.
Now.
I dyed it black.
You like my shirt?
It says Malvernie because that's where I actually live.
Hometown.
I don't know what the fuck you got to say.
The way that we do it, it's not the way.
Know that you sweat it, you not in the way.
Nothing you do could be hurting my day.
Cash is fuck on my bed, I lay.
Look at the ceiling, it fade away.
Stressing and checking on me for a blessing, but I can't get nothing.
I'm gone for the day.
Sure you can afford that, I get it.
Nigga like a bum only think of holding pennies.
Pull out your mortgage and spend it in a minute.
Take it how you want to get mad when you get blamed.
Everyone around you for the money you ain't getting.
Boiling up to the life you ain't living.
Times I get you to sell ties, I've been giving my minds on the road.
So don't fuck up when I [E] see you.
Blue skid, cotton chains banging off my body.
Sounding like a dog barking, razor barking.
If you buy me, get the scotch light.
Grinding with the switch, restyling mine.
Never going [F#] back to what I did back in high.
Old bones, new throats.
Still thinking I should put my clothes on.
They've been to the point.
If they need to hit my phone, I stay still.
Poppers on the finger make me hope for way.
Never going back to nickel, diamond, fuss and [Am] play.
Power your fucking, you got to say.
The way that we do it, it's not the way.
Knowing you sweating, you nodding away.
Nothing you do could be hurting my day.
Cash is fuck on my bread, I lay.
Look at the ceiling, it fade away.
Stressing and checking on me for a blessing.
But I can't hear nothing, no grunt for the day.
Sure you can afford that, I get it.
Looking like a bomb, only third of all the pennies.
I'll out your mortgage, just spend it in a minute.
Tell you how you want to get mad when you get blamed.
Everyone around you for the money you ain't getting.
Boiling up to the life you ain't living.
Times I get you to sell ties, I've been giving my minds on the road.
So don't fuck up when I [E] see you.
Blue [Am] stick, prime change, banging off my body.
Sounding like a dog walking, razor barking.
If you buy me, let the scotch light.
Grind them with the switch, re-style them.
I ain't never going back to what I did back in [F#] high school.
I need you so, still flicking that shit from my clothes.
Boy, lay on your dead boy.
Nothing need to hit my phone.
I stay still, focus on the figure.
Make me hopeful, we ain't never going back.
The nigger down the fancy [Am] party.
[N]
Key:
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E
F#
Am
E
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_ _ _ _ This is not a wig.
It's fucking real.
If it was a wig, it would just have come off right about now.
Now.
I dyed it black.
You like my shirt?
It says Malvernie because that's where _ I actually live.
Hometown.
I don't know what the fuck you got to say.
The way that we do it, it's not the way.
Know that you sweat it, you not in the way.
Nothing you do could be hurting my day.
Cash is fuck on my bed, I lay.
Look at the ceiling, it fade away.
Stressing and checking on me for a blessing, but I can't get nothing.
I'm gone for the day.
Sure you can afford that, I get it.
Nigga like a bum only think of holding pennies.
Pull out your mortgage and spend it in a minute.
Take it how you want to get mad when you get blamed.
Everyone around you for the money you ain't getting.
Boiling up to the life you ain't living.
Times I get you to sell ties, I've been giving my minds on the road.
So don't fuck up when I [E] see you.
Blue skid, cotton chains banging off my body.
Sounding like a dog barking, razor barking.
If you buy me, get the scotch light.
Grinding with the switch, restyling mine.
Never going [F#] back to what I did back in high.
Old bones, new throats.
Still thinking I should put my clothes on.
They've been to the point.
If they need to hit my phone, I stay still.
Poppers on the finger make me hope for way.
Never going back to nickel, diamond, fuss and [Am] play.
Power your fucking, you got to say.
The way that we do it, it's not the way.
Knowing you sweating, you nodding away.
Nothing you do could be hurting my day.
Cash is fuck on my bread, I lay.
Look at the ceiling, it fade away.
Stressing and checking on me for a blessing.
But I can't hear nothing, no grunt for the day.
Sure you can afford that, I get it.
Looking like a bomb, only third of all the pennies.
I'll out your mortgage, just spend it in a minute.
Tell you how you want to get mad when you get blamed.
Everyone around you for the money you ain't getting.
Boiling up to the life you ain't living.
Times I get you to sell ties, I've been giving my minds on the road.
So don't fuck up when I [E] see you.
Blue [Am] stick, prime change, banging off my body.
Sounding like a dog walking, razor barking.
If you buy me, let the scotch light.
Grind them with the switch, re-style them.
I ain't never going back to what I did back in [F#] high school.
I need you so, still flicking that shit from my clothes.
Boy, lay on your dead boy.
Nothing need to hit my phone.
I stay still, focus on the figure.
Make me hopeful, we ain't never going back.
The nigger down the fancy [Am] party.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ This is not a wig.
It's fucking real.
If it was a wig, it would just have come off right about now.
Now.
I dyed it black.
You like my shirt?
It says Malvernie because that's where _ I actually live.
Hometown.
I don't know what the fuck you got to say.
The way that we do it, it's not the way.
Know that you sweat it, you not in the way.
Nothing you do could be hurting my day.
Cash is fuck on my bed, I lay.
Look at the ceiling, it fade away.
Stressing and checking on me for a blessing, but I can't get nothing.
I'm gone for the day.
Sure you can afford that, I get it.
Nigga like a bum only think of holding pennies.
Pull out your mortgage and spend it in a minute.
Take it how you want to get mad when you get blamed.
Everyone around you for the money you ain't getting.
Boiling up to the life you ain't living.
Times I get you to sell ties, I've been giving my minds on the road.
So don't fuck up when I [E] see you.
Blue skid, cotton chains banging off my body.
Sounding like a dog barking, razor barking.
If you buy me, get the scotch light.
Grinding with the switch, restyling mine.
Never going [F#] back to what I did back in high.
Old bones, new throats.
Still thinking I should put my clothes on.
They've been to the point.
If they need to hit my phone, I stay still.
Poppers on the finger make me hope for way.
Never going back to nickel, diamond, fuss and [Am] play.
Power your fucking, you got to say.
The way that we do it, it's not the way.
Knowing you sweating, you nodding away.
Nothing you do could be hurting my day.
Cash is fuck on my bread, I lay.
Look at the ceiling, it fade away.
Stressing and checking on me for a blessing.
But I can't hear nothing, no grunt for the day.
Sure you can afford that, I get it.
Looking like a bomb, only third of all the pennies.
I'll out your mortgage, just spend it in a minute.
Tell you how you want to get mad when you get blamed.
Everyone around you for the money you ain't getting.
Boiling up to the life you ain't living.
Times I get you to sell ties, I've been giving my minds on the road.
So don't fuck up when I [E] see you.
Blue [Am] stick, prime change, banging off my body.
Sounding like a dog walking, razor barking.
If you buy me, let the scotch light.
Grind them with the switch, re-style them.
I ain't never going back to what I did back in [F#] high school.
I need you so, still flicking that shit from my clothes.
Boy, lay on your dead boy.
Nothing need to hit my phone.
I stay still, focus on the figure.
Make me hopeful, we ain't never going back.
The nigger down the fancy [Am] party.
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