Chords for Sweet Hibiscus Tea- Penelope Scott [cover]
Tempo:
143.3 bpm
Chords used:
Db
Gb
Ebm
Bb
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
What's poppin'?
So, this is a song that I found through TikTok a few months ago,
and I've seen a few covers of it, but not a whole lot done by dudes,
so I thought I would saturate that mark a smidgen.
Here's [Gb] the thing, I can't do anything right.
Try as I absolutely, [Ebm] totally might.
[Bb] The bones are melting, [Ebm] the skeleton [Bb] is ash,
[Ebm] the clavicle [B] detaches [Db] and falls [B] with a deafening [Db] crash.
[Bb] And I'm not your [Ab] protagonist, [Bb] [Db] I'm not even my own.
I don't [Gb] know anything, I don't even [Db] know what [Ab] I don't know.
And if you look outside [Db] you'll see a disintegrating [Ebm] change,
the [Abm] artificial [Db] weight of sunlight bounces off the waxy leaves.
[Ab] My heart catches on [Db] every thorn, you're [Gb] already halfway out [Ebm] the door.
And I [B] have never looked [Db] so cold, and I [Gb] have never been this [Ebm] cold.
And [B] it is 85 degrees, [Bb] I don't know what I need.
[Db] [Gb]
[Bb]
[B] [Bm]
[Gb]
[Bb] [B]
[Bm] [Db] [Gb]
There's a corner of a mango, sweet [Ebm] hibiscus tea,
on [Gb] the hard garbage pile in [Ebm] which I fucking sleep.
[Eb]
The [Bb] walls are empty, [Ebm] it's so ugly, [Bb] I could burn the whole [Ebm] place down.
[B] It wouldn't catch, cause [Db] all the posters are [Abm] on their way to [Db] my hometown.
And [Gb] I am not your protagonist, [Bb] I'm not even my own.
[Ebm] I don't know anything, I don't [Db] even know what I don't know.
And [Ab] if you look outside [Db] you'll see [Gb] a [Ebm] disintegrating change,
[B] the artificial [Db] weight of sunlight bounces off the [Gb] waxy leaves.
[Ab] My wet heart catches on every [Db] thorn, you're [Gb] already halfway [Ebm] out the door.
And I'm [B] so tiny, I'm [Db] so old, and God [Gb] it's never been [Ebm] this cold.
And it [B] is 85 [Bb] degrees, I don't know what I [Gb] need.
[Bb] Bruh,
[B] [Bm]
[Gb]
[Bb] [B]
[Bm]
[Gb]
I had a guitar pick from when I went to a foreigner concert last October,
because [Db] a choir group I was a part of, we won some contests,
and so we got to sing with the band Foreigner.
And as I walked off stage, one of the guitarists handed me a pick
that said like, Foreigner 2019 or something on it, but I can't find it and I'm so mad.
So, this is a song that I found through TikTok a few months ago,
and I've seen a few covers of it, but not a whole lot done by dudes,
so I thought I would saturate that mark a smidgen.
Here's [Gb] the thing, I can't do anything right.
Try as I absolutely, [Ebm] totally might.
[Bb] The bones are melting, [Ebm] the skeleton [Bb] is ash,
[Ebm] the clavicle [B] detaches [Db] and falls [B] with a deafening [Db] crash.
[Bb] And I'm not your [Ab] protagonist, [Bb] [Db] I'm not even my own.
I don't [Gb] know anything, I don't even [Db] know what [Ab] I don't know.
And if you look outside [Db] you'll see a disintegrating [Ebm] change,
the [Abm] artificial [Db] weight of sunlight bounces off the waxy leaves.
[Ab] My heart catches on [Db] every thorn, you're [Gb] already halfway out [Ebm] the door.
And I [B] have never looked [Db] so cold, and I [Gb] have never been this [Ebm] cold.
And [B] it is 85 degrees, [Bb] I don't know what I need.
[Db] [Gb]
[Bb]
[B] [Bm]
[Gb]
[Bb] [B]
[Bm] [Db] [Gb]
There's a corner of a mango, sweet [Ebm] hibiscus tea,
on [Gb] the hard garbage pile in [Ebm] which I fucking sleep.
[Eb]
The [Bb] walls are empty, [Ebm] it's so ugly, [Bb] I could burn the whole [Ebm] place down.
[B] It wouldn't catch, cause [Db] all the posters are [Abm] on their way to [Db] my hometown.
And [Gb] I am not your protagonist, [Bb] I'm not even my own.
[Ebm] I don't know anything, I don't [Db] even know what I don't know.
And [Ab] if you look outside [Db] you'll see [Gb] a [Ebm] disintegrating change,
[B] the artificial [Db] weight of sunlight bounces off the [Gb] waxy leaves.
[Ab] My wet heart catches on every [Db] thorn, you're [Gb] already halfway [Ebm] out the door.
And I'm [B] so tiny, I'm [Db] so old, and God [Gb] it's never been [Ebm] this cold.
And it [B] is 85 [Bb] degrees, I don't know what I [Gb] need.
[Bb] Bruh,
[B] [Bm]
[Gb]
[Bb] [B]
[Bm]
[Gb]
I had a guitar pick from when I went to a foreigner concert last October,
because [Db] a choir group I was a part of, we won some contests,
and so we got to sing with the band Foreigner.
And as I walked off stage, one of the guitarists handed me a pick
that said like, Foreigner 2019 or something on it, but I can't find it and I'm so mad.
Key:
Db
Gb
Ebm
Bb
B
Db
Gb
Ebm
What's poppin'?
So, this is a song that I found through TikTok a few months ago,
and I've seen a few covers of it, but not a whole lot done by dudes,
so I thought I would saturate that mark a smidgen.
_ _ Here's [Gb] the thing, I can't do anything right. _ _
Try as I absolutely, [Ebm] totally might.
_ _ [Bb] The bones are melting, [Ebm] the skeleton [Bb] is ash,
[Ebm] the clavicle [B] _ detaches [Db] and falls [B] with a deafening [Db] crash.
[Bb] And I'm not your [Ab] protagonist, [Bb] [Db] I'm not even my own.
I don't [Gb] know anything, I don't even [Db] know what [Ab] I don't know.
And if you look outside [Db] you'll see a disintegrating [Ebm] change,
the [Abm] artificial [Db] weight of sunlight bounces off the waxy leaves.
[Ab] My heart catches on [Db] every thorn, you're [Gb] already halfway out [Ebm] the door.
And I [B] have never looked [Db] so cold, and I [Gb] have never been this [Ebm] cold.
And [B] it is 85 _ degrees, _ [Bb] _ I don't know what I _ need.
[Db] _ _ _ [Gb] _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [Db] _ _ [Gb]
There's a corner of a mango, sweet [Ebm] hibiscus tea,
on [Gb] the hard garbage pile in [Ebm] which I fucking sleep.
_ [Eb] _ _ _
_ The [Bb] walls are empty, [Ebm] it's so ugly, [Bb] I could burn the whole [Ebm] place down.
[B] It wouldn't catch, cause [Db] all the posters are [Abm] on their way to [Db] my hometown.
And [Gb] I am not your protagonist, [Bb] I'm not even my own.
[Ebm] I don't know anything, I don't [Db] even know what I don't know.
And [Ab] if you look outside [Db] you'll see [Gb] a [Ebm] disintegrating change,
[B] the artificial [Db] weight of sunlight bounces off the [Gb] waxy leaves.
[Ab] My wet heart catches on every [Db] thorn, you're [Gb] already halfway [Ebm] out the door.
And I'm [B] so tiny, I'm [Db] so old, and God [Gb] it's never been [Ebm] this cold.
And it [B] is 85 _ [Bb] degrees, _ I don't know what I _ [Gb] _ need.
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ Bruh, _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
[Gb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I had a guitar pick from when I went to a foreigner concert last October, _ _ _
because _ _ _ _ [Db] a choir group I was a part of, _ we won some contests,
and so we got to sing with the band Foreigner. _ _ _
And as I walked off stage, one of the guitarists handed me a pick
that said like, Foreigner 2019 or something on it, but I can't find it and I'm so mad.
So, this is a song that I found through TikTok a few months ago,
and I've seen a few covers of it, but not a whole lot done by dudes,
so I thought I would saturate that mark a smidgen.
_ _ Here's [Gb] the thing, I can't do anything right. _ _
Try as I absolutely, [Ebm] totally might.
_ _ [Bb] The bones are melting, [Ebm] the skeleton [Bb] is ash,
[Ebm] the clavicle [B] _ detaches [Db] and falls [B] with a deafening [Db] crash.
[Bb] And I'm not your [Ab] protagonist, [Bb] [Db] I'm not even my own.
I don't [Gb] know anything, I don't even [Db] know what [Ab] I don't know.
And if you look outside [Db] you'll see a disintegrating [Ebm] change,
the [Abm] artificial [Db] weight of sunlight bounces off the waxy leaves.
[Ab] My heart catches on [Db] every thorn, you're [Gb] already halfway out [Ebm] the door.
And I [B] have never looked [Db] so cold, and I [Gb] have never been this [Ebm] cold.
And [B] it is 85 _ degrees, _ [Bb] _ I don't know what I _ need.
[Db] _ _ _ [Gb] _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [Db] _ _ [Gb]
There's a corner of a mango, sweet [Ebm] hibiscus tea,
on [Gb] the hard garbage pile in [Ebm] which I fucking sleep.
_ [Eb] _ _ _
_ The [Bb] walls are empty, [Ebm] it's so ugly, [Bb] I could burn the whole [Ebm] place down.
[B] It wouldn't catch, cause [Db] all the posters are [Abm] on their way to [Db] my hometown.
And [Gb] I am not your protagonist, [Bb] I'm not even my own.
[Ebm] I don't know anything, I don't [Db] even know what I don't know.
And [Ab] if you look outside [Db] you'll see [Gb] a [Ebm] disintegrating change,
[B] the artificial [Db] weight of sunlight bounces off the [Gb] waxy leaves.
[Ab] My wet heart catches on every [Db] thorn, you're [Gb] already halfway [Ebm] out the door.
And I'm [B] so tiny, I'm [Db] so old, and God [Gb] it's never been [Ebm] this cold.
And it [B] is 85 _ [Bb] degrees, _ I don't know what I _ [Gb] _ need.
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ Bruh, _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
[Gb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I had a guitar pick from when I went to a foreigner concert last October, _ _ _
because _ _ _ _ [Db] a choir group I was a part of, _ we won some contests,
and so we got to sing with the band Foreigner. _ _ _
And as I walked off stage, one of the guitarists handed me a pick
that said like, Foreigner 2019 or something on it, but I can't find it and I'm so mad.