Chords for Jack Harlow - Hitchcock (prod. 2forwOyNE & J-Reid)

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[Em] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ Yeah, [Em] yeah, [Am] yeah, yeah, woah, _
[Em] _ _ [B] _ _ ayy _ _
[Em] _ _ [Am] _ Watchin' Hitchcock's till I drift [Em] off
_ [Am] Woke up to this beat and let the shit [Em] knot
_ [Am] She wouldn't give top till my [Em] dick's soft
_ [B] _ Clockwork every week [Em] and it's like tick-tock
[Am] _ I just hit Atlanta, I got Tupac with me
In the cockpit, I might just take him to Pluto with me
If Bruno hit me, we might have to fuck with Mars
And they don't wanna [B] hear me sayin' they told me
Grab those fuckin' bars [Am] while I write
Trust I ain't forgot how to do it
I been in hibernation tryna fuckin' stop how this music
I heard that shit that y'all been droppin'
It's monotonous to me, you got a mic [B] inside your room
Well see, that's not how you use it, [Em] y'all fuckin' suck
[Am] _ _ Keep your distances from me
They shoulda warned y'all don't be fuckin' with that kid from Kentucky
I know some hipsters in my city won't admit that they love me
[Em] Back when [B] they were my age, they wasn't shit except ugly
_ _ [Am] _ _ Chandelier swingin' through my cover zone
_ Standin' here thinkin' how we [Em] gonna blow
She [Am] got the manicure, fingers with the butter, [Em] go
With the [B] jeans fitted, yeah, she [E] colder than a line of snow
[Am] And as for me, I'm just a young hun
Walkin', talkin', 100 mo's, I'm with about a hundred flows
[Em] I been tryin' [Am] to find the next step to make my best friends rich
And [Em] you been sittin' [B] around wonderin' if the blood is wrong
Y'all [Em] come and go [Am] with them 20-minute dreams
Blown away by our coincidence and wonder what it means
Check your horoscopes at night and fall in love with what you read
Like the [Em] universe gon' have [B] my back in [Em] 2017
You ain't bout shit
_ [Am] _ Feelin' like I'm Reggie Miller down [Em] six
[Am] Doin' 90, lookin' out for undercover [Em] crown vix
[Am] Flyin' out the city, payin' zero dollars round [Em] trip
Saw [B] it, take a picture of me, told her, take [Em] it down quick
[Am] _ Bitch, I'm from the Lou, and they know me when they see me
Ever since I was in school, I said, shout out to my father
Know they peep me, handle business
All you really gotta know [B] is that I get it from that dough _
[Am] Shootin' from the Nazareth, be shootin' for that platinum
Hit it jack from out the Highlands, goin' stupid on these tracks
Again, I'm movin' with a pack of kits and supervisor asset trips
Rappers gettin' [B] worse, I think they usin' too much activism
_ [Em] _ [Am] _ I'm just a guest inside the house of a culture that ain't mine
And I'm just [E] blessed to be around
These [Em] kids be [Am] talkin' bout what's trash
Man, I swear to y'all, got some [Em] nerve
How [B] you gon' be most opinionated from the [Em] suburbs?
[Am] I hope they bump this shit on Bardstown
[Em] With the windows [Am] down, ridin' round while the stars out
[Em] In the garden [Am] now, this the wrong tree to bark down
[Em] Finally [B] snappin' on these hoes, and I don't need no heart [Em] countdown _ _ _ _ _
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