Painkillers Chords by Everlast
Tempo:
86.275 bpm
Chords used:
Cm
Ab
C
G
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C]
[Ab] [Cm] On behalf of Pan Am Airlines, we'd like to be the first to welcome you to New York City.
We'd like to thank you [C] for flying Pan Am.
The local time is 6.5 AM and the temperature is 89 [Ab] degrees.
[C] I've been up all night on the red eye flight.
The dawn's early light [Fm] got the [C] skyline bright.
I'm in the back of a car circus.
My driver's kinda nervous, cause I'm [Ab] poking on a [C] blunt that's fat.
He say, you know where you at?
I say, I know where I am.
And if you really wanna tip, [G] then mister, don't [C] get flammed.
I ain't trying to be rude, and I ain't [Cm] stressing you, Gramps.
But this shit right [Ab] here would be the [Cm] breakfast of champs.
I've been toking on this since 13 years old.
And when I look up at my [Ab] wall, I see [Cm] platinum and gold.
And ain't nobody's season at the [G] money I fold.
And I ain't here for your pleasing, so put that shit on [Cm] hold.
Just keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotel, and turn the radio up while I finish this out.
[G] Welcome back to the five seasons, Mr.
Ford.
[Eb] Your room is ready and waiting.
[C] Let me take your luggage.
And if you need anything while you're staying, just let [B] me know.
[Cm] I hop out my [C] car, step into the [Cm] lobby.
Everybody's on the floor, it's a motherfucking robbery.
This [Cm] shit's in progress, I can [C] feel the stress.
I wanna sign a letter to [Eb] God, how I [C] get in this mess.
Tell me to freeze and get down on my knees.
Between my jewels and my [Ab] cash, I'm holding [C] 35 G's.
They told me to run it, so I got bold and I fronted.
And like Slick Rick said, [Ab] I know I [Cm] shouldn't have done it.
Cause now they standing over me, watching me bleed.
Damn, I got [Ab] twist smoking [Cm] all this weed.
There's a pain in my chest, but yo, I must be blessed.
Because before I faded [Ab] out, I saw the [Cm] EMS.
And the paramedics, they leave me with some anesthetics.
They killing my pain, they screaming my name.
Trying to keep me in the conscious world.
I'm thinking about my mom, my sister, [Ab] and my [Cm] girl.
I'm praying to God, don't let this go too far.
As they rush me into the St.
Luke's O.R.
They pulled the bullets out my chest, give them back in the jar.
Now I'm wearing this scar, cause I tried to play hard.
Commissioner Ford, [C] I'm afraid to ask.
What are you talking about?
It would appear that one of the bullets grazed your spine.
That's important.
So what are you trying [G] to tell me?
Well, [C] suffice it to say, [Bbm] I don't think you'll be jumping around anymore.
[Cm] Yo, this can't happen to me.
I just can't believe it.
Trapped in a wheelchair, a [Ab] paraplegic.
There [Cm] ain't no rehab, there ain't no therapy for the rest of my life.
Someone's gotta take [Ab] care of me.
[Cm] And people stare at me with pity in their eyes.
And every morning I rise to a life of [Ab] despise.
And every [C] night I think I might never rock the mic again.
Cause my brain's fucked up on Percocet and [G] Vicodin.
Might as well be heroin [Cm] pulsing through my veins.
Gotta kill these pains, or blow out my [Ab] brain.
Free me [C] from these chains.
I'm trapped in this physical hell.
Walk again, I just might [Ab] sell my [Cm] soul.
And I'm only twenty-something years old.
[Ab] [Cm]
[Ab] [Cm]
[Ab] [Cm] On behalf of Pan Am Airlines, we'd like to be the first to welcome you to New York City.
We'd like to thank you [C] for flying Pan Am.
The local time is 6.5 AM and the temperature is 89 [Ab] degrees.
[C] I've been up all night on the red eye flight.
The dawn's early light [Fm] got the [C] skyline bright.
I'm in the back of a car circus.
My driver's kinda nervous, cause I'm [Ab] poking on a [C] blunt that's fat.
He say, you know where you at?
I say, I know where I am.
And if you really wanna tip, [G] then mister, don't [C] get flammed.
I ain't trying to be rude, and I ain't [Cm] stressing you, Gramps.
But this shit right [Ab] here would be the [Cm] breakfast of champs.
I've been toking on this since 13 years old.
And when I look up at my [Ab] wall, I see [Cm] platinum and gold.
And ain't nobody's season at the [G] money I fold.
And I ain't here for your pleasing, so put that shit on [Cm] hold.
Just keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotel, and turn the radio up while I finish this out.
[G] Welcome back to the five seasons, Mr.
Ford.
[Eb] Your room is ready and waiting.
[C] Let me take your luggage.
And if you need anything while you're staying, just let [B] me know.
[Cm] I hop out my [C] car, step into the [Cm] lobby.
Everybody's on the floor, it's a motherfucking robbery.
This [Cm] shit's in progress, I can [C] feel the stress.
I wanna sign a letter to [Eb] God, how I [C] get in this mess.
Tell me to freeze and get down on my knees.
Between my jewels and my [Ab] cash, I'm holding [C] 35 G's.
They told me to run it, so I got bold and I fronted.
And like Slick Rick said, [Ab] I know I [Cm] shouldn't have done it.
Cause now they standing over me, watching me bleed.
Damn, I got [Ab] twist smoking [Cm] all this weed.
There's a pain in my chest, but yo, I must be blessed.
Because before I faded [Ab] out, I saw the [Cm] EMS.
And the paramedics, they leave me with some anesthetics.
They killing my pain, they screaming my name.
Trying to keep me in the conscious world.
I'm thinking about my mom, my sister, [Ab] and my [Cm] girl.
I'm praying to God, don't let this go too far.
As they rush me into the St.
Luke's O.R.
They pulled the bullets out my chest, give them back in the jar.
Now I'm wearing this scar, cause I tried to play hard.
Commissioner Ford, [C] I'm afraid to ask.
What are you talking about?
It would appear that one of the bullets grazed your spine.
That's important.
So what are you trying [G] to tell me?
Well, [C] suffice it to say, [Bbm] I don't think you'll be jumping around anymore.
[Cm] Yo, this can't happen to me.
I just can't believe it.
Trapped in a wheelchair, a [Ab] paraplegic.
There [Cm] ain't no rehab, there ain't no therapy for the rest of my life.
Someone's gotta take [Ab] care of me.
[Cm] And people stare at me with pity in their eyes.
And every morning I rise to a life of [Ab] despise.
And every [C] night I think I might never rock the mic again.
Cause my brain's fucked up on Percocet and [G] Vicodin.
Might as well be heroin [Cm] pulsing through my veins.
Gotta kill these pains, or blow out my [Ab] brain.
Free me [C] from these chains.
I'm trapped in this physical hell.
Walk again, I just might [Ab] sell my [Cm] soul.
And I'm only twenty-something years old.
[Ab] [Cm]
[Ab] [Cm]
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_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[Ab] [Cm] On behalf of Pan Am Airlines, we'd like to be the first to welcome you to New York City.
We'd like to thank you [C] for flying Pan Am.
The local time is 6.5 AM and the temperature is 89 [Ab] degrees.
[C] I've been up all night on the red eye flight.
The dawn's early light [Fm] got the [C] skyline bright.
I'm in the back of a car circus.
My driver's kinda nervous, cause I'm [Ab] poking on a [C] blunt that's fat.
He say, you know where you at?
I say, I know where I am.
And if you really wanna tip, [G] then mister, don't [C] get flammed.
I ain't trying to be rude, and I ain't [Cm] stressing you, Gramps.
But this shit right [Ab] here would be the [Cm] breakfast of champs.
I've been toking on this since 13 years old.
And when I look up at my [Ab] wall, I see [Cm] platinum and gold.
And ain't nobody's season at the [G] money I fold.
And I ain't here for your pleasing, so put that shit on [Cm] hold.
Just keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotel, and turn the radio up while I finish this out.
_ [G] Welcome back to the five seasons, Mr.
Ford.
[Eb] Your room is ready and waiting.
[C] Let me take your luggage.
And if you need anything while you're staying, just let [B] me know.
[Cm] I hop out my [C] car, step into the [Cm] lobby.
Everybody's on the floor, it's a motherfucking robbery.
This [Cm] shit's in progress, I can [C] feel the stress.
I wanna sign a letter to [Eb] God, how I [C] get in this mess.
Tell me to freeze and get down on my knees.
Between my jewels and my [Ab] cash, I'm holding [C] 35 G's.
They told me to run it, so I got bold and I fronted.
And like Slick Rick said, [Ab] I know I [Cm] shouldn't have done it.
Cause now they standing over me, watching me bleed.
Damn, I got [Ab] twist smoking [Cm] all this weed.
There's a pain in my chest, but yo, I must be blessed.
Because before I faded [Ab] out, I saw the [Cm] EMS.
And the paramedics, they leave me with some anesthetics.
They killing my pain, they screaming my name.
Trying to keep me in the conscious world.
I'm thinking about my mom, my sister, [Ab] and my [Cm] girl.
I'm praying to God, don't let this go too far.
As they rush me into the St.
Luke's O.R.
They pulled the bullets out my chest, give them back in the jar.
Now I'm wearing this scar, cause I tried to play hard.
Commissioner Ford, [C] I'm afraid to ask.
What are you talking about?
It would appear that one of the bullets grazed your spine.
That's important.
So what are you trying [G] to tell me?
Well, [C] suffice it to say, [Bbm] I don't think you'll be jumping around anymore.
[Cm] Yo, this can't happen to me.
I just can't believe it.
Trapped in a wheelchair, a [Ab] paraplegic.
There [Cm] ain't no rehab, there ain't no therapy for the rest of my life.
Someone's gotta take [Ab] care of me.
[Cm] And people stare at me with pity in their eyes.
And every morning I rise to a life of [Ab] despise.
And every [C] night I think I might never rock the mic again.
Cause my brain's fucked up on Percocet and [G] Vicodin.
Might as well be heroin [Cm] pulsing through my veins.
Gotta kill these pains, or blow out my [Ab] brain.
Free me [C] from these chains.
I'm trapped in this physical hell.
Walk again, I just might [Ab] sell my [Cm] soul.
And I'm only twenty-something years old. _ _ _
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[Ab] _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[Ab] [Cm] On behalf of Pan Am Airlines, we'd like to be the first to welcome you to New York City.
We'd like to thank you [C] for flying Pan Am.
The local time is 6.5 AM and the temperature is 89 [Ab] degrees.
[C] I've been up all night on the red eye flight.
The dawn's early light [Fm] got the [C] skyline bright.
I'm in the back of a car circus.
My driver's kinda nervous, cause I'm [Ab] poking on a [C] blunt that's fat.
He say, you know where you at?
I say, I know where I am.
And if you really wanna tip, [G] then mister, don't [C] get flammed.
I ain't trying to be rude, and I ain't [Cm] stressing you, Gramps.
But this shit right [Ab] here would be the [Cm] breakfast of champs.
I've been toking on this since 13 years old.
And when I look up at my [Ab] wall, I see [Cm] platinum and gold.
And ain't nobody's season at the [G] money I fold.
And I ain't here for your pleasing, so put that shit on [Cm] hold.
Just keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotel, and turn the radio up while I finish this out.
_ [G] Welcome back to the five seasons, Mr.
Ford.
[Eb] Your room is ready and waiting.
[C] Let me take your luggage.
And if you need anything while you're staying, just let [B] me know.
[Cm] I hop out my [C] car, step into the [Cm] lobby.
Everybody's on the floor, it's a motherfucking robbery.
This [Cm] shit's in progress, I can [C] feel the stress.
I wanna sign a letter to [Eb] God, how I [C] get in this mess.
Tell me to freeze and get down on my knees.
Between my jewels and my [Ab] cash, I'm holding [C] 35 G's.
They told me to run it, so I got bold and I fronted.
And like Slick Rick said, [Ab] I know I [Cm] shouldn't have done it.
Cause now they standing over me, watching me bleed.
Damn, I got [Ab] twist smoking [Cm] all this weed.
There's a pain in my chest, but yo, I must be blessed.
Because before I faded [Ab] out, I saw the [Cm] EMS.
And the paramedics, they leave me with some anesthetics.
They killing my pain, they screaming my name.
Trying to keep me in the conscious world.
I'm thinking about my mom, my sister, [Ab] and my [Cm] girl.
I'm praying to God, don't let this go too far.
As they rush me into the St.
Luke's O.R.
They pulled the bullets out my chest, give them back in the jar.
Now I'm wearing this scar, cause I tried to play hard.
Commissioner Ford, [C] I'm afraid to ask.
What are you talking about?
It would appear that one of the bullets grazed your spine.
That's important.
So what are you trying [G] to tell me?
Well, [C] suffice it to say, [Bbm] I don't think you'll be jumping around anymore.
[Cm] Yo, this can't happen to me.
I just can't believe it.
Trapped in a wheelchair, a [Ab] paraplegic.
There [Cm] ain't no rehab, there ain't no therapy for the rest of my life.
Someone's gotta take [Ab] care of me.
[Cm] And people stare at me with pity in their eyes.
And every morning I rise to a life of [Ab] despise.
And every [C] night I think I might never rock the mic again.
Cause my brain's fucked up on Percocet and [G] Vicodin.
Might as well be heroin [Cm] pulsing through my veins.
Gotta kill these pains, or blow out my [Ab] brain.
Free me [C] from these chains.
I'm trapped in this physical hell.
Walk again, I just might [Ab] sell my [Cm] soul.
And I'm only twenty-something years old. _ _ _
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[Ab] _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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