Chords for RYAN HIRAOKA A'AMA CRAB SYNDROME
Tempo:
139.9 bpm
Chords used:
C#
F#
B
D#m
G#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

Start Jamming...
[C#]
[D#m] [C#] [B]
[F#] [C#]
[D#m] [C#] [B]
[F#] Ever since [C#] I was a little boy, [D#m] just a little [C#] boy, playing [B] with my little toys in [F#] my room.
I was [C#] so consumed by the things [D#m] I was doing [C#] and thinking [B] about the things I would pursue.
[F#] When I got to be [C#] a little older, [D#m] I made [C#] my decision, [B] now my music's taking [G#m] over.
A loner, [C#] that's what they used to [F#] call me, now they all see [C#] when I'm on the microphone.
[F#] So [C#] many a-a-ma-crabs in [D#m] this [C#] Pacific [B] Hawaiian land.
[F#] Every time [C#] I move forward, you [D#] gotta [C#] pull [B] me back to the [F#] bottom.
In [C#] this bucket called [D#m] life, you [C#] need someone [B] to help you [G#m] climb.
Out of [C#] this a-a-ma-crab [F#] syndrome.
[C#]
[F#] You're crazy, [C#] that's what everyone was [D#m] saying, when only [C#] a few [B] really believed that I could make [F#] it.
Standing naked, [C#] pouring out my soul, came [D#m] up on my own, and [C#] now I gotta [B] show them all what I'm made of.
[F#] Already had to go [C#] past the haters, critics [D#m] at the [C#] papers, program [B] directors of the radio [G#m] stations.
Just to get my [C#] music played, and my music [F#] is playing every day, [C#] yet the haters will always [F#] be hating.
So [C#] many a-a-ma-crabs in [D#m] this [C#] Pacific [B] Hawaiian land.
[F#] Every time I [C#] move forward, you [D#m] gotta pull [C#] [B] me back to the [F#] bottom.
In [C#] this bucket called [D#m] life, you [C#] need someone [B] to help you climb.
[G#m] Out of [C#] this a-a-ma-crab [F#] syndrome.
[C#]
[F#] Ain't nothing gonna stop me [C#] from speaking my mind.
I'ma [D#m] keep climbing [C#] until the diamonds [B] in this bucket are left.
I'm [F#] gonna shine like a diamond from [C#] the bottom to the top.
And [D#m] if they try to [C#] hold me down, [B] I'ma blow the bucket up.
Cause [F#] nobody else could fill my [C#] shoes, nobody else could say [D#m] half the things that [C#] I say.
Still [B] get away with being [G#m] opinionated.
I see the [C#] haters getting frustrated, [F#] cause they waited for me to pour, [C#] but I'm holding on patient.
[F#] So [C#] many a-a-ma-crabs in [D#m] this [C#] Pacific Hawaiian [B]
land.
[F#] Every time I [C#] move forward, you [D#m] gotta pull [C#] [B] me back to the [F#] bottom.
In [C#] this bucket called [D#m] life, you [C#] need someone [B] to help you climb.
[G#m] Out of [C#] this a-a-ma-crab [F#] syndrome.
[C#]
[F#] So [C#] many a-a-ma-crabs in [D#m] this [C#] Pacific Hawaiian [B] land.
[F#] Every time I [C#] move forward, you [D#m] gotta [C#] pull [B] me back to the [F#] bottom.
In [C#] this bucket called [D#m] life, you [C#] need someone [B] to help you climb.
[G#m] [C#] [F#] [N]
[D#m] [C#] [B]
[F#] [C#]
[D#m] [C#] [B]
[F#] Ever since [C#] I was a little boy, [D#m] just a little [C#] boy, playing [B] with my little toys in [F#] my room.
I was [C#] so consumed by the things [D#m] I was doing [C#] and thinking [B] about the things I would pursue.
[F#] When I got to be [C#] a little older, [D#m] I made [C#] my decision, [B] now my music's taking [G#m] over.
A loner, [C#] that's what they used to [F#] call me, now they all see [C#] when I'm on the microphone.
[F#] So [C#] many a-a-ma-crabs in [D#m] this [C#] Pacific [B] Hawaiian land.
[F#] Every time [C#] I move forward, you [D#] gotta [C#] pull [B] me back to the [F#] bottom.
In [C#] this bucket called [D#m] life, you [C#] need someone [B] to help you [G#m] climb.
Out of [C#] this a-a-ma-crab [F#] syndrome.
[C#]
[F#] You're crazy, [C#] that's what everyone was [D#m] saying, when only [C#] a few [B] really believed that I could make [F#] it.
Standing naked, [C#] pouring out my soul, came [D#m] up on my own, and [C#] now I gotta [B] show them all what I'm made of.
[F#] Already had to go [C#] past the haters, critics [D#m] at the [C#] papers, program [B] directors of the radio [G#m] stations.
Just to get my [C#] music played, and my music [F#] is playing every day, [C#] yet the haters will always [F#] be hating.
So [C#] many a-a-ma-crabs in [D#m] this [C#] Pacific [B] Hawaiian land.
[F#] Every time I [C#] move forward, you [D#m] gotta pull [C#] [B] me back to the [F#] bottom.
In [C#] this bucket called [D#m] life, you [C#] need someone [B] to help you climb.
[G#m] Out of [C#] this a-a-ma-crab [F#] syndrome.
[C#]
[F#] Ain't nothing gonna stop me [C#] from speaking my mind.
I'ma [D#m] keep climbing [C#] until the diamonds [B] in this bucket are left.
I'm [F#] gonna shine like a diamond from [C#] the bottom to the top.
And [D#m] if they try to [C#] hold me down, [B] I'ma blow the bucket up.
Cause [F#] nobody else could fill my [C#] shoes, nobody else could say [D#m] half the things that [C#] I say.
Still [B] get away with being [G#m] opinionated.
I see the [C#] haters getting frustrated, [F#] cause they waited for me to pour, [C#] but I'm holding on patient.
[F#] So [C#] many a-a-ma-crabs in [D#m] this [C#] Pacific Hawaiian [B]
land.
[F#] Every time I [C#] move forward, you [D#m] gotta pull [C#] [B] me back to the [F#] bottom.
In [C#] this bucket called [D#m] life, you [C#] need someone [B] to help you climb.
[G#m] Out of [C#] this a-a-ma-crab [F#] syndrome.
[C#]
[F#] So [C#] many a-a-ma-crabs in [D#m] this [C#] Pacific Hawaiian [B] land.
[F#] Every time I [C#] move forward, you [D#m] gotta [C#] pull [B] me back to the [F#] bottom.
In [C#] this bucket called [D#m] life, you [C#] need someone [B] to help you climb.
[G#m] [C#] [F#] [N]
Key:
C#
F#
B
D#m
G#m
C#
F#
B
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_ _ [D#m] _ _ [C#] _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
_ _ [D#m] _ _ [C#] _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [F#] _ Ever since [C#] I was a little boy, [D#m] just a little [C#] boy, playing [B] with my little toys in [F#] my room.
I was [C#] so consumed by the things [D#m] I was doing [C#] and thinking [B] about the things I would pursue.
[F#] When I got to be [C#] a little older, [D#m] I made [C#] my decision, [B] now my music's taking [G#m] over.
A loner, [C#] that's what they used to [F#] call me, now they all see [C#] when I'm on the microphone.
[F#] _ So [C#] many a-a-ma-crabs in [D#m] this [C#] Pacific [B] Hawaiian land.
_ _ [F#] _ Every time [C#] I move forward, you [D#] gotta [C#] pull [B] me back to the [F#] bottom.
_ In [C#] this bucket called [D#m] life, you [C#] need someone [B] to help you [G#m] climb.
Out of [C#] this a-a-ma-crab [F#] syndrome.
_ _ [C#] _ _
_ _ [F#] _ You're crazy, [C#] that's what everyone was [D#m] saying, when only [C#] a few [B] really believed that I could make [F#] it.
Standing naked, [C#] pouring out my soul, came [D#m] up on my own, and [C#] now I gotta [B] show them all what I'm made of.
[F#] Already had to go [C#] past the haters, critics [D#m] at the [C#] papers, program [B] directors of the radio [G#m] stations.
Just to get my [C#] music played, and my music [F#] is playing every day, [C#] yet the haters will always [F#] be hating.
So [C#] many a-a-ma-crabs in [D#m] this [C#] Pacific [B] Hawaiian land.
_ _ [F#] _ Every time I [C#] move forward, you [D#m] gotta pull [C#] _ [B] me back to the [F#] bottom.
_ In [C#] this bucket called [D#m] life, you [C#] need someone [B] to help you climb.
[G#m] _ Out of [C#] this a-a-ma-crab [F#] syndrome.
_ _ [C#] _ _
_ [F#] Ain't nothing gonna stop me [C#] from speaking my mind.
I'ma [D#m] keep climbing [C#] until the diamonds [B] in this bucket are left.
I'm [F#] gonna shine like a diamond from [C#] the bottom to the top.
And [D#m] if they try to [C#] hold me down, [B] I'ma blow the bucket up.
Cause [F#] nobody else could fill my [C#] shoes, nobody else could say [D#m] half the things that [C#] I say.
Still [B] get away with being _ [G#m] opinionated.
I see the [C#] haters getting frustrated, [F#] cause they waited for me to pour, [C#] but I'm holding on patient.
[F#] _ So [C#] many a-a-ma-crabs in [D#m] this [C#] Pacific Hawaiian [B] _
land.
_ [F#] _ Every time I [C#] move forward, you [D#m] gotta pull [C#] _ [B] me back to the [F#] bottom.
_ In [C#] this bucket called [D#m] life, you [C#] need someone [B] to help you climb.
[G#m] _ Out of [C#] this a-a-ma-crab [F#] syndrome.
_ _ [C#] _ _
_ _ [F#] _ So [C#] many a-a-ma-crabs in [D#m] this [C#] Pacific Hawaiian [B] land. _
_ _ [F#] _ Every time I [C#] move forward, you [D#m] gotta [C#] pull [B] me back to the [F#] bottom.
_ In [C#] this bucket called [D#m] life, you [C#] need someone [B] to help you climb.
[G#m] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
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_ _ [D#m] _ _ [C#] _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
_ _ [D#m] _ _ [C#] _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [F#] _ Ever since [C#] I was a little boy, [D#m] just a little [C#] boy, playing [B] with my little toys in [F#] my room.
I was [C#] so consumed by the things [D#m] I was doing [C#] and thinking [B] about the things I would pursue.
[F#] When I got to be [C#] a little older, [D#m] I made [C#] my decision, [B] now my music's taking [G#m] over.
A loner, [C#] that's what they used to [F#] call me, now they all see [C#] when I'm on the microphone.
[F#] _ So [C#] many a-a-ma-crabs in [D#m] this [C#] Pacific [B] Hawaiian land.
_ _ [F#] _ Every time [C#] I move forward, you [D#] gotta [C#] pull [B] me back to the [F#] bottom.
_ In [C#] this bucket called [D#m] life, you [C#] need someone [B] to help you [G#m] climb.
Out of [C#] this a-a-ma-crab [F#] syndrome.
_ _ [C#] _ _
_ _ [F#] _ You're crazy, [C#] that's what everyone was [D#m] saying, when only [C#] a few [B] really believed that I could make [F#] it.
Standing naked, [C#] pouring out my soul, came [D#m] up on my own, and [C#] now I gotta [B] show them all what I'm made of.
[F#] Already had to go [C#] past the haters, critics [D#m] at the [C#] papers, program [B] directors of the radio [G#m] stations.
Just to get my [C#] music played, and my music [F#] is playing every day, [C#] yet the haters will always [F#] be hating.
So [C#] many a-a-ma-crabs in [D#m] this [C#] Pacific [B] Hawaiian land.
_ _ [F#] _ Every time I [C#] move forward, you [D#m] gotta pull [C#] _ [B] me back to the [F#] bottom.
_ In [C#] this bucket called [D#m] life, you [C#] need someone [B] to help you climb.
[G#m] _ Out of [C#] this a-a-ma-crab [F#] syndrome.
_ _ [C#] _ _
_ [F#] Ain't nothing gonna stop me [C#] from speaking my mind.
I'ma [D#m] keep climbing [C#] until the diamonds [B] in this bucket are left.
I'm [F#] gonna shine like a diamond from [C#] the bottom to the top.
And [D#m] if they try to [C#] hold me down, [B] I'ma blow the bucket up.
Cause [F#] nobody else could fill my [C#] shoes, nobody else could say [D#m] half the things that [C#] I say.
Still [B] get away with being _ [G#m] opinionated.
I see the [C#] haters getting frustrated, [F#] cause they waited for me to pour, [C#] but I'm holding on patient.
[F#] _ So [C#] many a-a-ma-crabs in [D#m] this [C#] Pacific Hawaiian [B] _
land.
_ [F#] _ Every time I [C#] move forward, you [D#m] gotta pull [C#] _ [B] me back to the [F#] bottom.
_ In [C#] this bucket called [D#m] life, you [C#] need someone [B] to help you climb.
[G#m] _ Out of [C#] this a-a-ma-crab [F#] syndrome.
_ _ [C#] _ _
_ _ [F#] _ So [C#] many a-a-ma-crabs in [D#m] this [C#] Pacific Hawaiian [B] land. _
_ _ [F#] _ Every time I [C#] move forward, you [D#m] gotta [C#] pull [B] me back to the [F#] bottom.
_ In [C#] this bucket called [D#m] life, you [C#] need someone [B] to help you climb.
[G#m] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _