Chords for PSYCHOTIC - RUMINATION [OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO]
Tempo:
102.15 bpm
Chords used:
C#
F
Fm
G#
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F] [C#]
[Fm] [C#]
[F] [C#]
[Fm]
[F] [C#] [Fm]
[C#] I'm the king of the [Fm] castle
I don't really fuck with you
It's like all other boys not to
[F] There's none that I trust
[C#] Think you my boy so brutally
I don't really fuck with you
It's like all other boys [F] not to
There's none that [C#] I trust
Think you [G#] my boy so brutally
Perky [Fm] in my crib, blurry off a rip
[C#] Sippin' early, say I'm thirsty
But it's an alcoholic fib
[F] Dirty from my shift, staying in the pit
[C#] Living bummy, got some money
Going toward a sippy bitch
[F] Feeling like my life is slipping deeper in the pits
I [C#] stop myself from using it for slitting up and down my wrists
And [F] ever since that fucking day I felt like Chrissy Vance
Now this all is infested, a psycho will not let him quit
I don't really [C#]
[Fm]
fuck with you
It's like all [F] other boys not to
There's none that I [Fm] trust
Think you my boy so brutally
Psycho with a spy, so conflicting
But the [C#] past, do we mock?
All the wrongs, no prediction
From the [F] masks, from the talks, turn a walk in the park
Get your head, [C#] ripping cards to the darts
The marks have been [F] grasped
I don't wanna think about [C#] you, no
Fear that I'll see your mood grow
Near to the things I've viewed, showed
Hear every truth, I'll cruise
Moan, still on the road of a [C#] new home
Clear all the bumps, no [F] tear
Show, mirror on the wall
Need two souls, cheer for the fact
No news, broke
I don't really [C#] fuck with you
[D] It's like all other [F] boys not to
There's none that I [C#] trust
Think you my boy so [Fm] brutally
I don't really fuck with you
It's like all other [F] boys not to
There's none that I [C#] trust
Think you my boy so brutally
[F] [C#] [F]
[G] [F]
[C#] [F]
[Fm] [C#]
[F] [C#]
[Fm]
[F] [C#] [Fm]
[C#] I'm the king of the [Fm] castle
I don't really fuck with you
It's like all other boys not to
[F] There's none that I trust
[C#] Think you my boy so brutally
I don't really fuck with you
It's like all other boys [F] not to
There's none that [C#] I trust
Think you [G#] my boy so brutally
Perky [Fm] in my crib, blurry off a rip
[C#] Sippin' early, say I'm thirsty
But it's an alcoholic fib
[F] Dirty from my shift, staying in the pit
[C#] Living bummy, got some money
Going toward a sippy bitch
[F] Feeling like my life is slipping deeper in the pits
I [C#] stop myself from using it for slitting up and down my wrists
And [F] ever since that fucking day I felt like Chrissy Vance
Now this all is infested, a psycho will not let him quit
I don't really [C#]
[Fm]
fuck with you
It's like all [F] other boys not to
There's none that I [Fm] trust
Think you my boy so brutally
Psycho with a spy, so conflicting
But the [C#] past, do we mock?
All the wrongs, no prediction
From the [F] masks, from the talks, turn a walk in the park
Get your head, [C#] ripping cards to the darts
The marks have been [F] grasped
I don't wanna think about [C#] you, no
Fear that I'll see your mood grow
Near to the things I've viewed, showed
Hear every truth, I'll cruise
Moan, still on the road of a [C#] new home
Clear all the bumps, no [F] tear
Show, mirror on the wall
Need two souls, cheer for the fact
No news, broke
I don't really [C#] fuck with you
[D] It's like all other [F] boys not to
There's none that I [C#] trust
Think you my boy so [Fm] brutally
I don't really fuck with you
It's like all other [F] boys not to
There's none that I [C#] trust
Think you my boy so brutally
[F] [C#] [F]
[G] [F]
[C#] [F]
Key:
C#
F
Fm
G#
D
C#
F
Fm
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[Fm] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
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[F] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [Fm] _ _
_ _ _ [C#] I'm the king of the [Fm] castle
I don't really fuck with you
It's like all other boys not to
[F] There's none that I trust
[C#] Think you my boy so brutally
I don't really fuck with you
It's like all other boys [F] not to
There's none that [C#] I trust
Think you [G#] my boy so brutally
Perky [Fm] in my crib, blurry off a rip
[C#] Sippin' early, say I'm thirsty
But it's an alcoholic fib
[F] Dirty from my shift, staying in the pit
[C#] Living bummy, got some money
Going toward a sippy bitch
[F] Feeling like my life is slipping deeper in the pits
I [C#] stop myself from using it for slitting up and down my wrists
And [F] ever since that fucking day I felt like Chrissy Vance
Now this all is infested, a psycho will not let him quit
I don't really _ [C#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _
_ _ fuck with you
It's like all [F] other boys not to
There's none that I [Fm] trust
Think you my boy so brutally
Psycho with a spy, so conflicting
But the [C#] past, do we mock?
All the wrongs, no prediction
From the [F] masks, from the talks, turn a walk in the park
Get your head, [C#] ripping cards to the darts
The marks have been [F] grasped
I don't wanna think about [C#] you, no
Fear that I'll see your mood grow
Near to the things I've viewed, showed
Hear every truth, I'll cruise
Moan, still on the road of a [C#] new home
Clear all the bumps, no [F] tear
Show, mirror on the wall
Need two souls, cheer for the fact
No news, broke
_ _ I don't really [C#] fuck with you
[D] It's like all other [F] boys not to
There's none that I [C#] trust
Think you my boy so [Fm] brutally
I don't really fuck with you
It's like all other [F] boys not to
There's none that I [C#] trust
Think you my boy so brutally
[F] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
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[Fm] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
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[F] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [Fm] _ _
_ _ _ [C#] I'm the king of the [Fm] castle
I don't really fuck with you
It's like all other boys not to
[F] There's none that I trust
[C#] Think you my boy so brutally
I don't really fuck with you
It's like all other boys [F] not to
There's none that [C#] I trust
Think you [G#] my boy so brutally
Perky [Fm] in my crib, blurry off a rip
[C#] Sippin' early, say I'm thirsty
But it's an alcoholic fib
[F] Dirty from my shift, staying in the pit
[C#] Living bummy, got some money
Going toward a sippy bitch
[F] Feeling like my life is slipping deeper in the pits
I [C#] stop myself from using it for slitting up and down my wrists
And [F] ever since that fucking day I felt like Chrissy Vance
Now this all is infested, a psycho will not let him quit
I don't really _ [C#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _
_ _ fuck with you
It's like all [F] other boys not to
There's none that I [Fm] trust
Think you my boy so brutally
Psycho with a spy, so conflicting
But the [C#] past, do we mock?
All the wrongs, no prediction
From the [F] masks, from the talks, turn a walk in the park
Get your head, [C#] ripping cards to the darts
The marks have been [F] grasped
I don't wanna think about [C#] you, no
Fear that I'll see your mood grow
Near to the things I've viewed, showed
Hear every truth, I'll cruise
Moan, still on the road of a [C#] new home
Clear all the bumps, no [F] tear
Show, mirror on the wall
Need two souls, cheer for the fact
No news, broke
_ _ I don't really [C#] fuck with you
[D] It's like all other [F] boys not to
There's none that I [C#] trust
Think you my boy so [Fm] brutally
I don't really fuck with you
It's like all other [F] boys not to
There's none that I [C#] trust
Think you my boy so brutally
[F] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
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