Chords for Smoke Signals - Mac Miller & John Record

_ _ [D#m] All right, y'all, let's hear it.
Let's hear some [F#] mashup.
Let's go.
Let's [G#] collect the mash.
[C#] _ Yeah.
[F#] _
_ [D#m] Yeah.
When we reminisce. Yeah.
When we reminisce.
Yeah.
When we reminisce.
[F#] If the smoke signal guides [G#] you back home like [C#] Indians,
and then the stiff from bullshit [F#] with my kin's mini-ing
ain't cooling [D#m] me down from the heat on the street.
Take me back to those times [F#] of peace.
Let me see those leaves turn [G#] to frick.
And get frozen sick.
And think back to chasing love, [F#] her majesty.
When you look back, Malcolm, [D#m] never forget.
Never regret the outcome.
[F#] Never care or spend a year asking how [G#] come.
Looking for love [C#] because you found some.
Never let a dime [F#] infiltrate your mind.
She has no [D#m] right questioning my karmic design.
Never quest for beef.
Always [F#] be cautious and rob.
Never bought for the [G#] time on this planet Earth.
[C#] Take a nap, take a snap, but when you take it [F#] for granted, it hurts.
Try to be thrifty [D#m] so you manage your worth.
Expect the best, but plan for the worst.
[F#] Never take advice from those who never question [G#] themselves.
But your mental [Fm] health should never be managed by doubt.
M [F#]-M, I'm your MC mentor.
[D#m] There for sure when things go south.
I'm out and route the beat [F#] back to Noki.
She says she loves me.
[G#] What she want, half a cookie?
[C#] Never contemplate life when you hire [F#] the giraffe puss.
Met rec the rest is [D#m] history.
You see him and me?
Well, we hit the weed in [F#] between the misery.
We spit for free.
[G#] We had dreams of getting [C#] cream.
But things don't always fall [F#] exactly how they seem.
The big kids, [D#m] they talking about they big guns.
But I just chill, lay back, [F#] hit a kick drum.
Boom, cat.
[G#] Boom, boom, boom, cat.
[C#] Around and back.
Now I'm getting [F#] off track.
And I saw rap [D#m] as a way to get away from everybody telling me today is [F#] not my day.
My day, my week, [G#] my months, my [C#] year.
My tears held back, confronted [A#m] by my [F#] fears.
Endless [D#m] intelligence.
My mind can expand as high as I am.
I'll be fine with a gram.
[F#] Cause I'll be bumping through the speaker [G#] box trying to bust the [C#] flow.
At first, now, past, looking for [F#] the love of love.
Don't mistake my [D#m] terminology for philosophy.
Scream until I get what I want, [F#] like a tog of beef.
Urban [G#] mythology, the words of the [C#] prophecy, the prodigy.
See deep inside your [A#m] mind, my [F#] psychology taught to be.
[D#m] Verbal passing, purple in a circle like we passed a word.
Slave of the mind, but you [F#] asked to serve.
Attack the words, [G#] rap happens fast in your ass, [C#] so swerve.
Got a question?
Ask it first.
Let's pass [F#] the purple master verse.
Yeah, [D#m] _ yeah, easy like gold.
[F#] Let the smoke signal [G#] guide you back home like Indians and end the spliff and [F#] bullshit.
Got my Kens, Nini, and Gang [D#m] pulling me down from the heat on the street.
Take me back to those times when peace, [F#] let me see those days [G#] burn up.
Make it close and sit, and take back the chicks who [F#] loved my majesty.
_ [D#m] _ Yeah, yeah, yeah, [A#m] easy like gold.
Let the smoke signal [G#] guide you back home like Indians [C#] and end the spliff and [F#] bullshit.
Got my Kens, Nini, and Gang [D#m] pulling me down from the heat on the street.
Take me back to those times when peace, [A#m] let me see those days [G#] burn up.
Make it close and sit, and take back the chicks who [A#m] loved my [F#] majesty.
_ [D#m] Yeah, yeah, yeah, piss, burn, [F#] I [G#] _ _ [C#] like [A#m] that.
[F#] Where you [D#m] at, baby?
_ Ha!
Yeah, yeah. _ _ _ _ _ _ _