Chords for Delinquent Habits - Western Ways

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[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] Oh, oh, [Bm] Santa Fe, [D] Chicago
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[B] _ _ _ Santa Fe, Santa Fe, Chicago
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Book me a flight to 30 cities round this lane
Give me a fat check, yes, scan some cash and hand it
Some vatos I can handle, they sell, set on the road
And I can't but damn be ya, the spotless flow
I want the box with Califa Midwest, no truth or liver
Getting stoned looking out over the Hudson River
See me popping worldwide west to east
Anywhere the stomach dancing in the belly of the feast
With teeth [F#] is gritting, run down but [B] still hitting
And they rise top [F#] tipping, hey my cut straight [B] nipping
We got Tritillia, [F#] Deja, blowing snot [Bm] bubbles like a late night [F#] bud bitch
Face down in the [Bm] puddle if there's one thing I learned in my travels
That's ironic, we all the same it's just we smoke different chronic
We are [F#] Canales, homes just like [Bm] you needin' nothing
You're the reason I came, I think it's time we flow
I'm a _ family [D] _ _
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man, I'm [Bm] a family man, _ _ _ [F#] I'm [Bm] a family man
I've [B] _ _ _ [D] _
[Bm] been around in the [F#] game much longer than you can [B] figure
All across the [F#] map to keep my pocketbook [Bm] bigger
The late night [F#] binges, the all night [B] party
Daily getting [F#] twisted up, the herb and [B] Bacardi
But only with my homeboys, nothing more than family
Started in the [F#] west, now through the east is where they [B] find me
First class, [F#] we flying [Bm] overseas
Crossing the [F#] Atlantic through the Germanese [Bm] breeze
Kissing in the [F#] snow right down beside the [Bm] Autobahn
Shit was spotting Hamburg, ended up in Amsterdam
Can't disguise [F#] again, back home to my [B] Calipha
A little champagne [F#] to where it's high after [Bm] Rifa
Let's take a little [F#] trip down south to the [Bm] border
Chilling Tomi's [F#] Cofa, tequila and [Bm] Zanetta
That's how it [F#] goes, now I'm headed back [Bm] home
Living on the road till my record sells gold
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[B] No matter how you see it now it's quite the same
You can tour with the [D] floor, that platinum [B] fame
I give a damn about the fame homeboys, you can keep that
I tour for the [D] camera, the monster, the fucking [B] straight cash fame
Don't skim the bills, that's on the wall
Only cash from a [F#] ruler with that masterpiece
I got all y'all in my sights tonight
You should be pumping like a I do with four closed rows
I plan to rock my funky roll, I strum the key to California
Hymns like the Bugaboo, all up on ya
Catching trends, all you know
I can't fight it, yo, I think it's time we go
I'm a ghost, _ scrambling [D] in the shit now
[Bm] I'm _ [B] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] a ghost, ghost, scrambling in [D] the shit [B] now
I still believe in _ [D] _ _
[Bm] _ ghosts, scrambling [F#] in the shit [B] now
I still believe in _ _ [D] _ _
[Bm] ghosts, _ scrambling [F#m] in the shit [Bm] now
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