Chords for Joey Bada$$ "My Yout" Music Video
Tempo:
95.75 bpm
Chords used:
F
Ab
Fm
C
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C] Yeah, yeah.
[F] Badminton.
Badminton.
[F]
Badminton.
Badminton.
Badminton.
Badminton.
Badminton.
Badminton.
Badminton.
Badminton.
[C]
[F]
[Eb] [C] [Ab]
[Fm] [F]
[Ab] Badminton.
Badminton.
[Ab] [Fm] [F]
[Ab] [F]
[Fm] [F]
[Bb] [F]
[N] [F] [C] Woo!
[Bb] [Fm] [F]
[Ab] [Fm] If you [F] ever stumped me, get out of the way, get out of the [Fm] way.
I'm in.
Better my days, better my [F] days.
A whole lot to [Ab] bring me down, [F] gonna bring me [Ab] down.
If you ever stumped me, get [G] out of the way, get out of the way.
[Fm] I'm in, better my days, better my [F] days.
One hand on the mat, [Ab] one hand on my sack.
I'm thinking to myself, what if I handed it [C] back?
But I got to hand it to myself, so I'm handing it [Fm] back.
Hand some verses and that's like hand to hand combat [F]
rehearsing.
I got [Ab] the arms, nigga, give me your finger [F] wrap.
And he won't call back, make flex drop eight times
Nigga on contact, why not?
Like [Gb] eight times, gotta keep it G
[F] This is for my Maysons, figure it out
Eight times, the average in line
I may sound with you, don't like blind light
But I'll shine with you, bitch I gotta [Bb] eat
I might dine with you, [Fm] yeah I got bars
But I might eight [F]-pound with you, con fake music
For real, send a straight give me chills
To send the streets some chill, but still heating up for a meal
I'm like so real, life is so surreal
So surreal he got sealed for the way he revealed
Faking hold his bitch for still
But [Ab] I won't have yield in this pitch for a bro
Thinking I got a pill, [C] cause I'm thinking like a [Eb] deal
You get me if you [Fm] swell for real
But if I skyfall, think of the [F] deal
My whole life's been [F]
spitting away, spitting away
[Fm] I'm spitting my days, spitting my [Bb] days
My whole life's been spitting
My whole life's [F] been spitting
My whole life's been spitting
Spitting away, spitting away
[D] I'm spitting my days, spitting my days
My whole life's been spitting
My whole life's been spitting
Spitting [C]
[Gb] away, spitting away
I'm spitting [Fm] my days, spitting my days
[F] My whole life's been spitting
[Ab] [D] [F] Spitting away, spitting away
I'm spitting my days, spitting my days
[Ab]
[F] Badminton.
Badminton.
[F]
Badminton.
Badminton.
Badminton.
Badminton.
Badminton.
Badminton.
Badminton.
Badminton.
[C]
[F]
[Eb] [C] [Ab]
[Fm] [F]
[Ab] Badminton.
Badminton.
[Ab] [Fm] [F]
[Ab] [F]
[Fm] [F]
[Bb] [F]
[N] [F] [C] Woo!
[Bb] [Fm] [F]
[Ab] [Fm] If you [F] ever stumped me, get out of the way, get out of the [Fm] way.
I'm in.
Better my days, better my [F] days.
A whole lot to [Ab] bring me down, [F] gonna bring me [Ab] down.
If you ever stumped me, get [G] out of the way, get out of the way.
[Fm] I'm in, better my days, better my [F] days.
One hand on the mat, [Ab] one hand on my sack.
I'm thinking to myself, what if I handed it [C] back?
But I got to hand it to myself, so I'm handing it [Fm] back.
Hand some verses and that's like hand to hand combat [F]
rehearsing.
I got [Ab] the arms, nigga, give me your finger [F] wrap.
And he won't call back, make flex drop eight times
Nigga on contact, why not?
Like [Gb] eight times, gotta keep it G
[F] This is for my Maysons, figure it out
Eight times, the average in line
I may sound with you, don't like blind light
But I'll shine with you, bitch I gotta [Bb] eat
I might dine with you, [Fm] yeah I got bars
But I might eight [F]-pound with you, con fake music
For real, send a straight give me chills
To send the streets some chill, but still heating up for a meal
I'm like so real, life is so surreal
So surreal he got sealed for the way he revealed
Faking hold his bitch for still
But [Ab] I won't have yield in this pitch for a bro
Thinking I got a pill, [C] cause I'm thinking like a [Eb] deal
You get me if you [Fm] swell for real
But if I skyfall, think of the [F] deal
My whole life's been [F]
spitting away, spitting away
[Fm] I'm spitting my days, spitting my [Bb] days
My whole life's been spitting
My whole life's [F] been spitting
My whole life's been spitting
Spitting away, spitting away
[D] I'm spitting my days, spitting my days
My whole life's been spitting
My whole life's been spitting
Spitting [C]
[Gb] away, spitting away
I'm spitting [Fm] my days, spitting my days
[F] My whole life's been spitting
[Ab] [D] [F] Spitting away, spitting away
I'm spitting my days, spitting my days
[Ab]
Key:
F
Ab
Fm
C
Bb
F
Ab
Fm
_ _ _ [C] Yeah, yeah.
[F] Badminton.
_ _ Badminton.
_ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Badminton. _
Badminton. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Badminton.
_ Badminton. _
Badminton.
Badminton.
_ Badminton.
Badminton. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ [C] _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ Badminton.
Badminton. _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ [F] _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] Woo!
_ [Bb] _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ [Fm] _ If you [F] ever stumped me, get out of the way, get out of the [Fm] way.
I'm in.
Better my days, better my [F] days.
A whole lot to [Ab] bring me down, [F] gonna bring me [Ab] down.
If you ever stumped me, get [G] out of the way, get out of the way.
[Fm] I'm in, better my days, better my [F] days.
One hand on the mat, [Ab] one hand on my sack.
I'm thinking to myself, what if I handed it [C] back?
But I got to hand it to myself, so I'm handing it [Fm] back.
Hand some verses and that's like hand to hand combat [F]
rehearsing.
I got [Ab] the arms, nigga, give me your finger [F] wrap.
And he won't call back, make flex drop eight times
Nigga on contact, why not?
Like [Gb] eight times, gotta keep it G
[F] This is for my Maysons, figure it out
Eight times, the average in line
I may sound with you, don't like blind light
But I'll shine with you, bitch I gotta [Bb] eat
I might dine with you, [Fm] yeah I got bars
But I might eight [F]-pound with you, con fake music
For real, send a straight give me chills
To send the streets some chill, but still heating up for a meal
I'm like so real, life is so surreal
So surreal he got sealed for the way he revealed
Faking hold his bitch for still
But [Ab] I won't have yield in this pitch for a bro
Thinking I got a pill, [C] cause I'm thinking like a [Eb] deal
You get me if you [Fm] swell for real
But if I skyfall, think of the [F] deal
My whole life's been [F] _ _ _ _ _
spitting away, spitting away
[Fm] I'm spitting my days, spitting my [Bb] days
My whole life's been spitting
My whole life's [F] been spitting
My whole life's been spitting
Spitting away, spitting away
[D] I'm spitting my days, spitting my days
My whole life's been spitting
My whole life's been spitting
Spitting _ _ [C] _
[Gb] away, spitting away
I'm spitting _ [Fm] my days, spitting my days
[F] My whole life's been spitting
[Ab] _ _ [D] _ _ [F] Spitting away, spitting away
I'm spitting my days, spitting my days _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] Badminton.
_ _ Badminton.
_ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Badminton. _
Badminton. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Badminton.
_ Badminton. _
Badminton.
Badminton.
_ Badminton.
Badminton. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ [C] _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ Badminton.
Badminton. _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ [F] _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] Woo!
_ [Bb] _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ [Fm] _ If you [F] ever stumped me, get out of the way, get out of the [Fm] way.
I'm in.
Better my days, better my [F] days.
A whole lot to [Ab] bring me down, [F] gonna bring me [Ab] down.
If you ever stumped me, get [G] out of the way, get out of the way.
[Fm] I'm in, better my days, better my [F] days.
One hand on the mat, [Ab] one hand on my sack.
I'm thinking to myself, what if I handed it [C] back?
But I got to hand it to myself, so I'm handing it [Fm] back.
Hand some verses and that's like hand to hand combat [F]
rehearsing.
I got [Ab] the arms, nigga, give me your finger [F] wrap.
And he won't call back, make flex drop eight times
Nigga on contact, why not?
Like [Gb] eight times, gotta keep it G
[F] This is for my Maysons, figure it out
Eight times, the average in line
I may sound with you, don't like blind light
But I'll shine with you, bitch I gotta [Bb] eat
I might dine with you, [Fm] yeah I got bars
But I might eight [F]-pound with you, con fake music
For real, send a straight give me chills
To send the streets some chill, but still heating up for a meal
I'm like so real, life is so surreal
So surreal he got sealed for the way he revealed
Faking hold his bitch for still
But [Ab] I won't have yield in this pitch for a bro
Thinking I got a pill, [C] cause I'm thinking like a [Eb] deal
You get me if you [Fm] swell for real
But if I skyfall, think of the [F] deal
My whole life's been [F] _ _ _ _ _
spitting away, spitting away
[Fm] I'm spitting my days, spitting my [Bb] days
My whole life's been spitting
My whole life's [F] been spitting
My whole life's been spitting
Spitting away, spitting away
[D] I'm spitting my days, spitting my days
My whole life's been spitting
My whole life's been spitting
Spitting _ _ [C] _
[Gb] away, spitting away
I'm spitting _ [Fm] my days, spitting my days
[F] My whole life's been spitting
[Ab] _ _ [D] _ _ [F] Spitting away, spitting away
I'm spitting my days, spitting my days _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _