Chords for empire state of mind
Tempo:
85.3 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
F
C
A
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F]
[Bb]
I'm the [Bb] new Sinatra.
And since I made it here, I can make it anywhere.
Yeah, they love me everywhere.
I used to [F] cop in Harlem.
All of my Demi Nicanos right there up on Broadway.
Pull me back to that McDonald's.
Click into [Bb] my stash box, 560 State Street.
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry.
Cruising down the street, I'm a real man.
[F] Down 8th Street, off white Laces.
Driving so slow, but DK is from Texas.
Me and [Bb] my vet, Vance Stott.
Home of that boy Biggie.
Now I live on Billboard.
And I brought my boys with me.
Say what [F] up if I top.
Still sitting in my top.
Sitting court side, Nixonettes give me high fives.
[A] I'm spiked out.
I could trip a referee.
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from [Bb] New York.
I'm preaching to the streets of [F] Lato.
Nothing you [C] can't do.
[Bb]
[F] [C]
[Bb]
[F]
[Bb]
[F]
[Bb]
[F]
[Bb]
[F]
I'm [A] from the Empire State.
[Bb]
[F] [C]
[Bb] Welcome to the Bright Lights, man.
[F] [C]
[Bb]
[F] Lights is blinding.
Girls need blinders.
Take a step out of bounds quick.
Side [Bb] lines is lined with casualties.
You sip the life casually then gradually become worse
Don't fight the [F] apple leaf, you caught up in the in crowd
Now you're in style, and in the winter gets cold
In vogue with your skin [Bb] out, city of sin
It's a pity on a whim, good girls going bad
The city's filled with [F] them
Mommy took a bus trip, now she got a bus stop
Everybody ride her, just like a [Bb] bus route
Hail Mary to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the [F] church ends
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars addicted to the [A] limelight
MTN made, got you feeling like a champion
The city never sleep, better slip you an [Bb] ambient
In the new york, I'm creeping, I'm moving
[F] Dreaming made of [C]
powder
[Bb] These streets will make you [F] feel brand [C] new
Let's hear it [Bb] for Lou
One hand in the air for the blue city
Streetlights, big dreams, all [C] looking pretty
No place in the world I could go better
[Dm] Put your lighters in the air, [A] everybody say yeah
[Bb] In the new york, we can move it
[F] Dreaming made of [C] you can't do
Powder [Bb] and glue
These streets will make you [F] feel brand new
Streetlights will [C] inspire you
Let's hear it [Bb] for Lou
[F]
[Bb]
I'm the [Bb] new Sinatra.
And since I made it here, I can make it anywhere.
Yeah, they love me everywhere.
I used to [F] cop in Harlem.
All of my Demi Nicanos right there up on Broadway.
Pull me back to that McDonald's.
Click into [Bb] my stash box, 560 State Street.
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry.
Cruising down the street, I'm a real man.
[F] Down 8th Street, off white Laces.
Driving so slow, but DK is from Texas.
Me and [Bb] my vet, Vance Stott.
Home of that boy Biggie.
Now I live on Billboard.
And I brought my boys with me.
Say what [F] up if I top.
Still sitting in my top.
Sitting court side, Nixonettes give me high fives.
[A] I'm spiked out.
I could trip a referee.
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from [Bb] New York.
I'm preaching to the streets of [F] Lato.
Nothing you [C] can't do.
[Bb]
[F] [C]
[Bb]
[F]
[Bb]
[F]
[Bb]
[F]
[Bb]
[F]
I'm [A] from the Empire State.
[Bb]
[F] [C]
[Bb] Welcome to the Bright Lights, man.
[F] [C]
[Bb]
[F] Lights is blinding.
Girls need blinders.
Take a step out of bounds quick.
Side [Bb] lines is lined with casualties.
You sip the life casually then gradually become worse
Don't fight the [F] apple leaf, you caught up in the in crowd
Now you're in style, and in the winter gets cold
In vogue with your skin [Bb] out, city of sin
It's a pity on a whim, good girls going bad
The city's filled with [F] them
Mommy took a bus trip, now she got a bus stop
Everybody ride her, just like a [Bb] bus route
Hail Mary to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the [F] church ends
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars addicted to the [A] limelight
MTN made, got you feeling like a champion
The city never sleep, better slip you an [Bb] ambient
In the new york, I'm creeping, I'm moving
[F] Dreaming made of [C]
powder
[Bb] These streets will make you [F] feel brand [C] new
Let's hear it [Bb] for Lou
One hand in the air for the blue city
Streetlights, big dreams, all [C] looking pretty
No place in the world I could go better
[Dm] Put your lighters in the air, [A] everybody say yeah
[Bb] In the new york, we can move it
[F] Dreaming made of [C] you can't do
Powder [Bb] and glue
These streets will make you [F] feel brand new
Streetlights will [C] inspire you
Let's hear it [Bb] for Lou
[F]
Key:
Bb
F
C
A
Dm
Bb
F
C
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm the [Bb] new Sinatra.
And since I made it here, I can make it anywhere.
Yeah, they love me everywhere.
I used to [F] cop in Harlem.
All of my Demi Nicanos right there up on Broadway.
Pull me back to that McDonald's.
Click into [Bb] my stash box, 560 State Street.
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry.
Cruising down the street, I'm a real man.
[F] Down 8th Street, off white Laces.
Driving so slow, but DK is from Texas.
Me and [Bb] my vet, Vance Stott.
Home of that boy Biggie.
Now I live on Billboard.
And I brought my boys with me.
Say what [F] up if I top.
Still sitting in my top.
Sitting court side, Nixonettes give me high fives.
[A] I'm spiked out.
I could trip a referee.
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from [Bb] New York.
_ I'm preaching to the streets of [F] Lato.
Nothing you [C] can't do. _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm [A] _ _ _ from the Empire State.
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ Welcome to the Bright Lights, man.
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] Lights is blinding.
Girls need blinders.
Take a step out of bounds quick.
Side [Bb] lines is lined with casualties.
You sip the life casually then gradually become worse
Don't fight the [F] apple leaf, you caught up in the in crowd
Now you're in style, and in the winter gets cold
In vogue with your skin [Bb] out, city of sin
It's a pity on a whim, good girls going bad
The city's filled with [F] them
Mommy took a bus trip, now she got a bus stop
Everybody ride her, just like a [Bb] bus route
Hail Mary to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the [F] church ends
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars addicted to the [A] limelight
MTN made, got you feeling like a champion
The city never sleep, better slip you an [Bb] ambient
In the new york, _ I'm creeping, I'm moving
[F] Dreaming made of _ _ [C] _ _
powder
[Bb] _ _ _ _ These streets will make you [F] feel brand _ _ [C] new
Let's hear it [Bb] for Lou _ _ _ _
_ _ One hand in the air for the blue city
Streetlights, big dreams, all [C] looking pretty
No place in the world I could go better
[Dm] Put your lighters in the air, [A] everybody say yeah _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] In the new york, _ _ we can move it
[F] Dreaming made of [C] you can't do
Powder [Bb] and glue
_ _ These streets will make you [F] feel brand new
Streetlights will [C] inspire you
Let's hear it [Bb] for Lou _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm the [Bb] new Sinatra.
And since I made it here, I can make it anywhere.
Yeah, they love me everywhere.
I used to [F] cop in Harlem.
All of my Demi Nicanos right there up on Broadway.
Pull me back to that McDonald's.
Click into [Bb] my stash box, 560 State Street.
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry.
Cruising down the street, I'm a real man.
[F] Down 8th Street, off white Laces.
Driving so slow, but DK is from Texas.
Me and [Bb] my vet, Vance Stott.
Home of that boy Biggie.
Now I live on Billboard.
And I brought my boys with me.
Say what [F] up if I top.
Still sitting in my top.
Sitting court side, Nixonettes give me high fives.
[A] I'm spiked out.
I could trip a referee.
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from [Bb] New York.
_ I'm preaching to the streets of [F] Lato.
Nothing you [C] can't do. _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm [A] _ _ _ from the Empire State.
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ Welcome to the Bright Lights, man.
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] Lights is blinding.
Girls need blinders.
Take a step out of bounds quick.
Side [Bb] lines is lined with casualties.
You sip the life casually then gradually become worse
Don't fight the [F] apple leaf, you caught up in the in crowd
Now you're in style, and in the winter gets cold
In vogue with your skin [Bb] out, city of sin
It's a pity on a whim, good girls going bad
The city's filled with [F] them
Mommy took a bus trip, now she got a bus stop
Everybody ride her, just like a [Bb] bus route
Hail Mary to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the [F] church ends
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars addicted to the [A] limelight
MTN made, got you feeling like a champion
The city never sleep, better slip you an [Bb] ambient
In the new york, _ I'm creeping, I'm moving
[F] Dreaming made of _ _ [C] _ _
powder
[Bb] _ _ _ _ These streets will make you [F] feel brand _ _ [C] new
Let's hear it [Bb] for Lou _ _ _ _
_ _ One hand in the air for the blue city
Streetlights, big dreams, all [C] looking pretty
No place in the world I could go better
[Dm] Put your lighters in the air, [A] everybody say yeah _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] In the new york, _ _ we can move it
[F] Dreaming made of [C] you can't do
Powder [Bb] and glue
_ _ These streets will make you [F] feel brand new
Streetlights will [C] inspire you
Let's hear it [Bb] for Lou _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _