Chords for Dirty Heads (feat. Del the Funky Homosapien) - "Smoke Rings"

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Dirty Heads (feat. Del the Funky Homosapien) - "Smoke Rings" chords
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You're right, I am a rotten bastard, I admit it.
But I'll tell you something.
Even though I got a lot of hate inside, I got some friends who ain't got hate inside.
They're filled with nothing but love.
Their only crime is growing their hair long, smoking a little grass and getting high, looking at the stars at night.
This [D] is ridiculous, I have a sickness.
The grass is [C] always greener, I said fuck it, burn the pickets in.
[D] Pestilence, eyes rolled back, [F#] pure masculine.
Moody [Dm] little bitches, I'm force feeding you from estrogen.
Always [D] keep you wet, see, mermaid [F] poopy.
Ever seen the movie [D] Kids?
No legs, don't push me.
I am making sculptures, you are [A] using plaster.
Screaming while you're dreaming, MC's need a dream catcher.
You're not in [D] my mind, you can't get the concept.
You're not on my level, you might need [D] a dubstep.
Walking to the desk, not walking with a cleft lip.
Sharp as an arrow tip, I'm just so sick of it.
The smell is your upper lip.
And I'm jacking off a sparrow while I'm crashing a pirate ship.
Slow as velocity, quick as a whip.
[A#] This beat's a filthy toilet, and I'm the fucking [D] shit.
Rolling up some grass, buying weed, huh?
Prepping on your beat, call it speed, huh?
[Dm] Looking for love, getting high, up [D] at the stars at night.
My feet rock steady, my heart beats heavy.
My well-ranched eye had no luck, got the levy.
I'm lyrically a genius, like Fergie and Jesus.
It's like a lightning bolt just hit the tip of my penis.
The opposite of teenage, never let it [A] pass.
Now, won't slip [C] away from running round with my pants down.
Heavenly, [Fm] I'm underground, sound breaking [Gm] barriers.
Everybody take cover, danger [D] area.
I got a [Fm] feeling this beat's been to [D] heaven back.
You can see the horns sticking straight through my radar cap.
Smoke rings billow out the window of my [Gm] Cadillac.
This beat's a weed, and [D] I'm the fucking cataract.
Rolling up some grass, calling weed, huh?
Blending on your beat, call it speed, huh?
[Dm] Nothing but love, getting [D] high, up at the stars at night.
Nothing [A] but love, getting high, up at the stars at night.
Diesel, I [D] rap rock.
My mascot is [B] Sasquatch.
[D] Rap for the have-nots.
Thieves get a [Fm] padlock.
That autumn [D] black ball, if not called back lock.
I'm a slapbox, with your ass while I snapshot.
Done is, I think I'll find the box and [B] outbox crowd cops.
As soon [D] as the spout drops, I'll be a tile mop.
I'm wild hot, more [B] arms than an octopus.
More [D] buttons than I can push, quick like tush.
I manufacture the [N] type of goods that keep the African food leggin'.
The new president, new [D] resident in the White [A] House.
Like a night owl, the lights out, provide the right route.
Parasites, [D] pounds, and nibble on [B] whatever they could fiddle with.
Which ain't much, cause they [D] illiterate.
Hit you like a dirt syringe from a personal friend.
[F] 30 shurikens, [D] insertin' inside your skin.
Rolling up some grass, calling weed, huh?
Blending on your beat, call it speed, huh?
Nothing but love, getting high up at the stars at night.
[G] Nothing but love, getting high up at the stars at night.
[C]
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You're right, I am a rotten bastard, I admit it.
But I'll tell you something.
Even though I got a lot of hate inside, I got some friends who ain't got hate inside.
They're filled with nothing but love.
Their only crime is growing their hair long, smoking a little grass and getting high, looking at the stars at night.
This [D] is ridiculous, I have a sickness.
The grass is [C] always greener, I said fuck it, burn the pickets in.
[D] Pestilence, eyes rolled back, [F#] pure masculine.
Moody [Dm] little bitches, I'm force feeding you from estrogen.
Always [D] keep you wet, see, mermaid [F] poopy.
Ever seen the movie [D] Kids?
No legs, don't push me.
I am making sculptures, you are [A] using plaster.
Screaming while you're dreaming, MC's need a dream catcher.
You're not in [D] my mind, you can't get the concept.
You're not on my level, you might need [D] a dubstep.
Walking to the desk, not walking with a cleft lip.
Sharp as an arrow tip, I'm just so sick of it.
The smell is your upper lip.
And I'm jacking off a sparrow while I'm crashing a pirate ship.
Slow as velocity, quick as a whip.
[A#] This beat's a filthy toilet, and I'm the fucking [D] shit.
Rolling up some grass, buying weed, huh?
Prepping on your beat, call it speed, huh?
[Dm] Looking for love, getting high, up [D] at the stars at night.
My feet rock steady, my heart beats heavy.
My well-ranched eye had no luck, got the levy.
I'm lyrically a genius, like Fergie and Jesus.
It's like a lightning bolt just hit the tip of my penis.
The opposite of teenage, never let it [A] pass.
Now, won't slip [C] away from running round with my pants down.
Heavenly, [Fm] I'm underground, sound breaking [Gm] barriers.
Everybody take cover, danger [D] area.
I got a [Fm] feeling this beat's been to [D] heaven back.
You can see the horns sticking straight through my radar cap.
Smoke rings billow out the window of my [Gm] Cadillac.
This beat's a weed, and [D] I'm the fucking cataract.
Rolling up some grass, calling weed, huh?
Blending on your beat, call it speed, huh?
[Dm] Nothing but love, getting [D] high, up at the stars at night.
_ Nothing [A] but love, getting high, up at the stars at night.
Diesel, I [D] rap rock.
My mascot is [B] Sasquatch.
[D] Rap for the have-nots.
Thieves get a [Fm] padlock.
That autumn [D] black ball, if not called back lock.
I'm a slapbox, with your ass while I snapshot.
Done is, I think I'll find the box and [B] outbox crowd cops.
As soon [D] as the spout drops, I'll be a tile mop.
I'm wild hot, more [B] arms than an octopus.
More [D] buttons than I can push, quick like tush.
I manufacture the [N] type of goods that keep the African food leggin'.
The new president, new [D] resident in the White [A] House.
Like a night owl, the lights out, provide the right route.
Parasites, [D] pounds, and nibble on [B] whatever they could fiddle with.
Which ain't much, cause they [D] illiterate.
Hit you like a dirt syringe from a personal friend.
[F] 30 shurikens, [D] insertin' inside your skin.
Rolling up some grass, calling weed, huh?
Blending on your beat, call it speed, huh?
Nothing but love, getting high up at the stars at night.
_ [G] Nothing but love, getting high up at the stars at night.
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

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