Chords for Spose - The King of Maine (Official Music Video)
Tempo:
160.05 bpm
Chords used:
Fm
F
Eb
Ab
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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16 counties has our state, [G] Cumberland and Franklin,
[N] Miskat, Equest, and Kennebec, Oxford [E] and Driscolgan,
Walden, Washington and York, Lincoln, Knox and Hancock,
Sag, Adelman, Hopkins, Somerset, Arush, Dick and [Gb] [Fm] Penomscot.
Yo, I wake up, make a cake, cup, then I blaze, I'll shake with a razor blade.
My hand is still crooked, I'm reading a book and my body was [F] made in May.
[Fm] Man, I'm still deflecting all the bill collectors and I hate when they say my name.
[Eb] My mother would be mad if I was this like an adjuricate and [F] dated James Sullivan.
On a bumper of a clunker, brought my vocals real fuck rap.
I might sell my mic and buy a snowmobile.
I can't relate to throwing money when she makes it [Ab] clap.
I can't [Eb] relate to doing dishes, we should take a [Fm] nap.
Tired like Michelin of your wrists when they're glistening.
We don't want no [F] yacht to float, we're just a boat to go fishing in.
Man, my whole yard is a minor mess.
Go hard to my dying [Eb] breath.
Old bars to the IRS, we got no R's in our dialect.
[Fm] Me and my peeps speak a different kind of speech where Verizon [F] 4G won't reach.
Can you hear me [Fm] now?
We're coming live from where mill towns are still [Ab] towns.
Even though they shut their mills down.
[Fm] But I'm feeling like the king of Maine, the king of Maine.
I'm wearing a seal skin jersey to the [F] Sea Dogs game.
I'm the king [F] of Maine, the king of Maine.
Round truck, all gold, never hydroplane.
I [Fm] tell them, welcome to 207, welcome, [F] welcome to 207.
Welcome to 207, welcome, welcome to 207.
It's the way life should be, everything's pleasant, [C] tell them.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, 207.
[Fm] Hey, [F] hey, I heard the news in the street.
What's that?
That we're the shit and you're the cubes on the scene.
Even though I triple bogeyed that par 5, Rangoo with my Mai Tai.
Stealing all the motherfucking Wi-Fi, got text speed [Fm] on my 5.
Guys, I'm back.
Backs, spit a little bit but I never made a get go.
Put [F] my backpack on and I'm smoking.
[Fm] Being homeless is bogus.
Paying bills is my motive.
[Eb] Can't afford G4s, I'm poor on tour and I'm wearing 044 [Fm] for free.
I know that this weed might be the death of me, but I got this O broke up like [F] it's parentheses.
I'm [Fm] yelling, I weigh a buck 40 still.
[Eb] But when my fingertips touch the quill, [F] I'll be feeling like I'm Paul Pierce and I'm Rondo.
I'm John Deere and I'm John Doe.
I'm the rap star from the backyard, never act hard or win half heart.
I'm the people's douche, aka the truth.
Every time that I get in the booth, I'll be feeling like the king of Maine.
The [Fm] king of Maine.
If you're Batman, I [F] must be L.L. Bane.
I'm the king of Maine.
The king of Maine.
I [Fm] got Susan Paulins [F] giving everyone brain.
I [Fm] tell them, welcome to 207.
Welcome, welcome to 207.
Welcome to 207.
Welcome, welcome to 207.
That's just the way life should be.
Everything's pleasant.
[C] I tell them, this is [G] 207.
I'm from the 420 minus 213.
I'm [Am] on the throne if you're looking for who to unsee.
[B] I got moose blood in my goblet, lobsters in my optics.
I'm live on the map where the dudes don't rap in the [F] all-time black.
When I do go [Fm] past them, hop in.
Find me chilling in Rockland where the townies sell Oxy.
So the [F] coroner's got [Fm] coffins.
It's my fault I'm hate because of what I say.
[Ab] I rock it for a profit, pockets [Eb] fat as Paula Page.
[Fm] Got a tattoo on my arm that says don't stop.
Because other guys told me [F] otherwise when we talk.
[Fm] I told them, Wells, Maine, we're the sign state.
Where I go eight for my prime [Eb] mate.
Some rhyme great.
16's a two times [F] eight.
Wine great.
Some [Fm] prime states.
Damn, I'm feeling marvelous.
Heading in with no good cards in it that I partied [F] with.
I'm an artisan.
[Fm] I think you're an amateur.
Kids, cops, [Eb] janitors all pull out their cameras when I walk out.
I hand over [Fm] the king of Maine.
The king of Maine.
I got a
[F] chain.
I'm the [Fm] king of Maine.
The king of Maine.
I'm [F]
more than yo my name.
[Fm]
[F]
[Fm] This the way life should be.
Everything's pleasant.
Yes, [C] yes, yes.
You are the [N] sun.
[N] Miskat, Equest, and Kennebec, Oxford [E] and Driscolgan,
Walden, Washington and York, Lincoln, Knox and Hancock,
Sag, Adelman, Hopkins, Somerset, Arush, Dick and [Gb] [Fm] Penomscot.
Yo, I wake up, make a cake, cup, then I blaze, I'll shake with a razor blade.
My hand is still crooked, I'm reading a book and my body was [F] made in May.
[Fm] Man, I'm still deflecting all the bill collectors and I hate when they say my name.
[Eb] My mother would be mad if I was this like an adjuricate and [F] dated James Sullivan.
On a bumper of a clunker, brought my vocals real fuck rap.
I might sell my mic and buy a snowmobile.
I can't relate to throwing money when she makes it [Ab] clap.
I can't [Eb] relate to doing dishes, we should take a [Fm] nap.
Tired like Michelin of your wrists when they're glistening.
We don't want no [F] yacht to float, we're just a boat to go fishing in.
Man, my whole yard is a minor mess.
Go hard to my dying [Eb] breath.
Old bars to the IRS, we got no R's in our dialect.
[Fm] Me and my peeps speak a different kind of speech where Verizon [F] 4G won't reach.
Can you hear me [Fm] now?
We're coming live from where mill towns are still [Ab] towns.
Even though they shut their mills down.
[Fm] But I'm feeling like the king of Maine, the king of Maine.
I'm wearing a seal skin jersey to the [F] Sea Dogs game.
I'm the king [F] of Maine, the king of Maine.
Round truck, all gold, never hydroplane.
I [Fm] tell them, welcome to 207, welcome, [F] welcome to 207.
Welcome to 207, welcome, welcome to 207.
It's the way life should be, everything's pleasant, [C] tell them.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, 207.
[Fm] Hey, [F] hey, I heard the news in the street.
What's that?
That we're the shit and you're the cubes on the scene.
Even though I triple bogeyed that par 5, Rangoo with my Mai Tai.
Stealing all the motherfucking Wi-Fi, got text speed [Fm] on my 5.
Guys, I'm back.
Backs, spit a little bit but I never made a get go.
Put [F] my backpack on and I'm smoking.
[Fm] Being homeless is bogus.
Paying bills is my motive.
[Eb] Can't afford G4s, I'm poor on tour and I'm wearing 044 [Fm] for free.
I know that this weed might be the death of me, but I got this O broke up like [F] it's parentheses.
I'm [Fm] yelling, I weigh a buck 40 still.
[Eb] But when my fingertips touch the quill, [F] I'll be feeling like I'm Paul Pierce and I'm Rondo.
I'm John Deere and I'm John Doe.
I'm the rap star from the backyard, never act hard or win half heart.
I'm the people's douche, aka the truth.
Every time that I get in the booth, I'll be feeling like the king of Maine.
The [Fm] king of Maine.
If you're Batman, I [F] must be L.L. Bane.
I'm the king of Maine.
The king of Maine.
I [Fm] got Susan Paulins [F] giving everyone brain.
I [Fm] tell them, welcome to 207.
Welcome, welcome to 207.
Welcome to 207.
Welcome, welcome to 207.
That's just the way life should be.
Everything's pleasant.
[C] I tell them, this is [G] 207.
I'm from the 420 minus 213.
I'm [Am] on the throne if you're looking for who to unsee.
[B] I got moose blood in my goblet, lobsters in my optics.
I'm live on the map where the dudes don't rap in the [F] all-time black.
When I do go [Fm] past them, hop in.
Find me chilling in Rockland where the townies sell Oxy.
So the [F] coroner's got [Fm] coffins.
It's my fault I'm hate because of what I say.
[Ab] I rock it for a profit, pockets [Eb] fat as Paula Page.
[Fm] Got a tattoo on my arm that says don't stop.
Because other guys told me [F] otherwise when we talk.
[Fm] I told them, Wells, Maine, we're the sign state.
Where I go eight for my prime [Eb] mate.
Some rhyme great.
16's a two times [F] eight.
Wine great.
Some [Fm] prime states.
Damn, I'm feeling marvelous.
Heading in with no good cards in it that I partied [F] with.
I'm an artisan.
[Fm] I think you're an amateur.
Kids, cops, [Eb] janitors all pull out their cameras when I walk out.
I hand over [Fm] the king of Maine.
The king of Maine.
I got a
[F] chain.
I'm the [Fm] king of Maine.
The king of Maine.
I'm [F]
more than yo my name.
[Fm]
[F]
[Fm] This the way life should be.
Everything's pleasant.
Yes, [C] yes, yes.
You are the [N] sun.
Key:
Fm
F
Eb
Ab
C
Fm
F
Eb
_ _ 16 counties has our state, _ [G] Cumberland and _ Franklin,
[N] Miskat, Equest, and Kennebec, _ Oxford [E] and _ Driscolgan,
_ _ Walden, Washington and York, Lincoln, Knox and Hancock,
_ Sag, Adelman, Hopkins, Somerset, Arush, Dick and [Gb] _ [Fm] Penomscot.
Yo, I wake up, make a cake, cup, then I blaze, I'll shake with a razor blade.
My hand is still crooked, I'm reading a book and my body was [F] made in May.
[Fm] Man, I'm still deflecting all the bill collectors and I hate when they say my name.
[Eb] My mother would be mad if I was this like an adjuricate and [F] dated James Sullivan.
On a bumper of a clunker, brought my vocals real fuck rap.
I might sell my mic and buy a snowmobile.
I can't relate to throwing money when she makes it [Ab] clap.
I can't [Eb] relate to doing dishes, we should take a [Fm] nap.
Tired like Michelin of your wrists when they're glistening.
We don't want no [F] yacht to float, we're just a boat to go fishing in.
Man, my whole yard is a minor mess.
Go hard to my dying [Eb] breath.
Old bars to the IRS, we got no R's in our dialect.
[Fm] Me and my peeps speak a different kind of speech where Verizon [F] 4G won't reach.
Can you hear me [Fm] now?
We're coming live from where mill towns are still [Ab] towns.
Even though they shut their mills down.
[Fm] But I'm feeling like the king of Maine, the king of Maine.
I'm wearing a seal skin jersey to the [F] Sea Dogs game.
I'm the king [F] of Maine, the king of Maine.
Round truck, all gold, never hydroplane.
_ I [Fm] tell them, welcome to 207, welcome, [F] welcome to 207.
Welcome to 207, welcome, welcome to 207.
It's the way life should be, everything's pleasant, [C] tell them.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, 207.
[Fm] Hey, [F] hey, I heard the news in the street.
What's that?
That we're the shit and you're the cubes on the scene.
Even though I triple bogeyed that par 5, Rangoo with my Mai Tai.
Stealing all the motherfucking Wi-Fi, got text speed [Fm] on my 5.
Guys, I'm back.
Backs, spit a little bit but I never made a get go. _
Put [F] my backpack on and I'm smoking.
[Fm] Being homeless is bogus.
Paying bills is my motive.
[Eb] Can't afford G4s, I'm poor on tour and I'm wearing 044 [Fm] for free.
I _ know that this weed might be the death of me, but I got this O broke up like [F] it's parentheses.
I'm [Fm] yelling, I _ _ weigh a buck 40 still.
[Eb] But when my fingertips touch the quill, [F] I'll be feeling like I'm Paul Pierce and I'm Rondo.
I'm John Deere and I'm John Doe.
I'm the rap star from the backyard, never act hard or win half heart.
I'm the people's douche, aka the truth.
Every time that I get in the booth, I'll be feeling like the king of Maine.
The [Fm] king of Maine.
If you're Batman, I [F] must be L.L. Bane.
I'm the king of Maine.
The king of Maine.
I [Fm] got Susan Paulins [F] giving everyone brain.
I [Fm] tell them, welcome to 207.
Welcome, welcome to 207.
Welcome to 207.
Welcome, welcome to 207.
That's just the way life should be.
Everything's pleasant.
[C] I tell them, this _ is _ [G] 207.
I'm from the 420 minus 213.
I'm [Am] on the throne if you're looking for who to unsee.
[B] I got moose blood in my goblet, lobsters in my optics.
I'm live on the map where the dudes don't rap in the [F] all-time black.
When I do go [Fm] past them, hop in.
_ Find me chilling in Rockland where the townies sell Oxy.
So the [F] coroner's got [Fm] coffins.
It's my fault I'm hate because of what I say.
[Ab] I rock it for a profit, pockets [Eb] fat as Paula Page.
[Fm] Got a tattoo on my arm that says don't stop.
Because other guys told me [F] otherwise when we talk.
[Fm] I told them, Wells, Maine, we're the sign state.
Where I go eight for my prime [Eb] mate.
Some rhyme great.
16's a two times [F] eight.
Wine great.
Some [Fm] prime states.
_ Damn, I'm feeling marvelous.
Heading in with no good cards in it that I partied [F] with.
I'm an artisan.
[Fm] I think you're an amateur.
Kids, cops, [Eb] janitors all pull out their cameras when I walk out.
I hand over [Fm] the king of Maine.
The king of Maine.
I got a _
_ _ _ _ [F] chain.
I'm the [Fm] king of Maine.
The king of Maine.
I'm [F] _ _
_ more than yo my name.
_ [Fm] _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Fm] This the way life should be.
Everything's pleasant.
Yes, [C] yes, yes.
You are the [N] sun. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[N] Miskat, Equest, and Kennebec, _ Oxford [E] and _ Driscolgan,
_ _ Walden, Washington and York, Lincoln, Knox and Hancock,
_ Sag, Adelman, Hopkins, Somerset, Arush, Dick and [Gb] _ [Fm] Penomscot.
Yo, I wake up, make a cake, cup, then I blaze, I'll shake with a razor blade.
My hand is still crooked, I'm reading a book and my body was [F] made in May.
[Fm] Man, I'm still deflecting all the bill collectors and I hate when they say my name.
[Eb] My mother would be mad if I was this like an adjuricate and [F] dated James Sullivan.
On a bumper of a clunker, brought my vocals real fuck rap.
I might sell my mic and buy a snowmobile.
I can't relate to throwing money when she makes it [Ab] clap.
I can't [Eb] relate to doing dishes, we should take a [Fm] nap.
Tired like Michelin of your wrists when they're glistening.
We don't want no [F] yacht to float, we're just a boat to go fishing in.
Man, my whole yard is a minor mess.
Go hard to my dying [Eb] breath.
Old bars to the IRS, we got no R's in our dialect.
[Fm] Me and my peeps speak a different kind of speech where Verizon [F] 4G won't reach.
Can you hear me [Fm] now?
We're coming live from where mill towns are still [Ab] towns.
Even though they shut their mills down.
[Fm] But I'm feeling like the king of Maine, the king of Maine.
I'm wearing a seal skin jersey to the [F] Sea Dogs game.
I'm the king [F] of Maine, the king of Maine.
Round truck, all gold, never hydroplane.
_ I [Fm] tell them, welcome to 207, welcome, [F] welcome to 207.
Welcome to 207, welcome, welcome to 207.
It's the way life should be, everything's pleasant, [C] tell them.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, 207.
[Fm] Hey, [F] hey, I heard the news in the street.
What's that?
That we're the shit and you're the cubes on the scene.
Even though I triple bogeyed that par 5, Rangoo with my Mai Tai.
Stealing all the motherfucking Wi-Fi, got text speed [Fm] on my 5.
Guys, I'm back.
Backs, spit a little bit but I never made a get go. _
Put [F] my backpack on and I'm smoking.
[Fm] Being homeless is bogus.
Paying bills is my motive.
[Eb] Can't afford G4s, I'm poor on tour and I'm wearing 044 [Fm] for free.
I _ know that this weed might be the death of me, but I got this O broke up like [F] it's parentheses.
I'm [Fm] yelling, I _ _ weigh a buck 40 still.
[Eb] But when my fingertips touch the quill, [F] I'll be feeling like I'm Paul Pierce and I'm Rondo.
I'm John Deere and I'm John Doe.
I'm the rap star from the backyard, never act hard or win half heart.
I'm the people's douche, aka the truth.
Every time that I get in the booth, I'll be feeling like the king of Maine.
The [Fm] king of Maine.
If you're Batman, I [F] must be L.L. Bane.
I'm the king of Maine.
The king of Maine.
I [Fm] got Susan Paulins [F] giving everyone brain.
I [Fm] tell them, welcome to 207.
Welcome, welcome to 207.
Welcome to 207.
Welcome, welcome to 207.
That's just the way life should be.
Everything's pleasant.
[C] I tell them, this _ is _ [G] 207.
I'm from the 420 minus 213.
I'm [Am] on the throne if you're looking for who to unsee.
[B] I got moose blood in my goblet, lobsters in my optics.
I'm live on the map where the dudes don't rap in the [F] all-time black.
When I do go [Fm] past them, hop in.
_ Find me chilling in Rockland where the townies sell Oxy.
So the [F] coroner's got [Fm] coffins.
It's my fault I'm hate because of what I say.
[Ab] I rock it for a profit, pockets [Eb] fat as Paula Page.
[Fm] Got a tattoo on my arm that says don't stop.
Because other guys told me [F] otherwise when we talk.
[Fm] I told them, Wells, Maine, we're the sign state.
Where I go eight for my prime [Eb] mate.
Some rhyme great.
16's a two times [F] eight.
Wine great.
Some [Fm] prime states.
_ Damn, I'm feeling marvelous.
Heading in with no good cards in it that I partied [F] with.
I'm an artisan.
[Fm] I think you're an amateur.
Kids, cops, [Eb] janitors all pull out their cameras when I walk out.
I hand over [Fm] the king of Maine.
The king of Maine.
I got a _
_ _ _ _ [F] chain.
I'm the [Fm] king of Maine.
The king of Maine.
I'm [F] _ _
_ more than yo my name.
_ [Fm] _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Fm] This the way life should be.
Everything's pleasant.
Yes, [C] yes, yes.
You are the [N] sun. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _