Chords for Chris Webby - Fine Wine (prod. Juice Of All Trades)

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_ [E] I wrote [Bbm] this shit for Flex to drop a bomb on it, it's over when I'm on it
Static bring it back with a scratch and throw fire on it, I got five on it
Less is that chronic, I got a dime on it
Everything the light touches, it's saying mine on it
Slide on it like a water park ride on it
Acid in my head, bang, kiss the sky on it
Treating beats like John Belushi, countertops with all these lines on it
Aim for the top and I keep my eyes on it
I'm an animal on everything like Echo shirts
You try to follow my every rhyme and you head'll hurt
The way I write, I consider it academic work
An extraterrestrial being that was sent to Earth
Just a kick in the doors, deliver you more rhymes than you could ever write
Plus they slicker than yours, don't wanna cosign me?
Cool, someone give me the torch
And I'ma settle on my throne like the king of the north
Rocking Thames with the tongue out, smoke till I bug out
Night crawling on them, never see me when the sun out
Rookie of the year, lighting bogeys in the dugout
So try to find [B] your balance, I'm about to pull [Bbm] the rug out
So you better get the fuck out here
Words hazy in my mind but they come out clear
All these metaphors I got, I'll never run out
I'm about to pitch a shutout, I'll come at anyone out here
So bitch you better keep your head low, do it cause I said so
Retro, repping for New England like I'm Bledsoe
Can't afford a Benz so [Db] I'm riding on the Metro
[C] Arm out the window flipping [Bbm] birdies like a petco
Yo, see Webb the one your lady look for
Jesse Pinkman of the game but I cook more
Yank a cop up out his driver's seat full force
Call it pulled pork, was just a MySpace rapper till I broke through
Made a little money and I blew it with my whole crew
Used to pop molly every week, I was so loose
Brain full of holes just like Sonny at the tofu
Left that bullshit in the past and went Goku
Super Saiyan till I got a mention with a dope view
Shit this beat is cold juice, got that fresh [Gb] produce
Turn the studio into a Whole Foods
[Bbm] So shit you better get a medical check, I'm so sick
When I spit every syllable I said I'll infect your whole body
Immune system [Db] sense and a [Gb] threat, it's eminent yes
My [G] excellence ahead of the [Bbm] rest, un-touchable like Elliot Ness
See Webby finesse, I'm benching negative press
While I'm flexing my chest, a superhuman mutant
Go give my genetics a [Gb] test, my life's a never ending segment
Of that Edelman [Bbm] catch, I'm Tesla with some Edison mesh
Together in bed, there ain't no motherfucking way that I'll be second to best
Cause I'ma settle every settlement, won't settle for less
The topsoil in the sediments, the center of my breath
Been underground but I'ma dig the fuck up now
About to show em what the fuck's up now
Yeah I been underground but I'ma dig the fuck up now
About to show em what the fuck's up
Fine wine baby
Time [Fm] keeps on ticking, we [Bbm] can't worry about those minutes leaving
I'm grown up and I'm living [Gb] decent
But I'm gon' [Ab] touch the sky
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_ Keeps on ticking away
But I'm [Fm] only getting better with [Gb] age
Said I'm only getting [G] better with age Fine [Bbm] wine
Time goes by
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_ [Bbm] Keeps on ticking [Fm] away
But I'm only getting better with age
Said I'm only getting better with age
Fine [Bbm] wine baby _ _ _ _
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