Chords for Wax Tailor "The Games You Play"
Tempo:
82.85 bpm
Chords used:
F#
Em
E
G
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[N]
[B] When I was a kid we used to play a [F#m] game.
[A] [G]
[F#] [E] [D]
[E] [D#] [Em]
[G] I think you know [Em] the rules of our [G] game.
[E] I have no [D#] time to play games.
[Bm] Sometimes I post a kakos, [F#] you a vibrato, while you be acting macho.
I try and switch it up, I [E] see the games you play, [D] and the traps you lay.
I [Em] put the ball in, but I'll let you [F#] be the mini-may.
Sometimes [B] I post a kakos, [F#] you a vibrato, while [Em] you be acting macho.
I [F#] try and switch it up, I see the games you play, [G] and the traps you lay.
I [E] put the ball in, but I'll let you be the mini-may.
I sit here, the clock ticks, [F#] watch the leaves on the plant flick from the fan above the room and I lick.
Head [B] trip, deliberate, cease, tighten the [Em] feeling, and submit.
Floated like the path, pre [F#m]-existing, hidden codes may suck.
[Bm] They peep us like a webcam from the pyramids that [Em] pass from hand to hand.
Let's think coincidence or better yet, [Bm] sixth sense.
My instincts tell me [F#] to back up from that handshake that [Em] wasn't tense.
My instincts tell me [F#m] to back up from that handshake that wasn't [E] tense.
Brush it off and [G] commence, blame it on myself, [Em] trip into the shithead's defense.
[F#] Cause I stare from the [Em] planet about face, and Billie [G] Jean's death in the place.
Throw [Em] myself on the hood, recap the [F#] time that I waste.
I know that [C#m] spitting's a bad habit, but I [F#] can't help the taste.
Still [G] looking for the clues, is it because [F#] of cold case?
Procrastinate [E] until I go to move the shit [G] from your face.
Reveal the [E] naysayer, sayer, [Gm] sayer.
[Bm] Sometimes I post a kakos, [F#] you a vibrato, while [Em] you be acting macho.
I [F#] try and switch it up, I [Bm] see the games you play, and the traps you lay.
Not [C#] fit to fall in, but I'll let you [G] play them anyway.
Sometimes [E] I post a kakos, you [G] a vibrato, while you be acting macho.
I [F#] try and switch it up, I [Em] see the games you play, [G] and the traps you lay.
Not [E] fit to fall in, but I'll let you play them anyway.
Me, [Bm] me, me, me, me.
[Em] [F#] [E] [Bm]
[F#] How [Bm] could you do this to me?
Me, me, [Em] me, me.
[F#] Don't you ever get tired of thinking [E] about your dope, greedy, [Em] false self?
So grateful, so free.
[D#m] Now [B] you ain't saying nada, sweating, getting hotter.
[Em] Change it to my father, I'm [F#] bout to rip you up.
Such [B] a control freak, you mouth the words I speak.
You got no nerve, [F#] you question me, but you ain't even [B] listening.
Your world is make believe, but I keep [Em] pretending that I'm flexible.
So [F#] you think your will's got me [B] bending?
Putting all your energy into negativity.
[E] You're holding over me, while [F#] you steady scheming.
But [Em] I'm making moves, while you [G] sleeping and dreaming of being larger than life.
Your own head [F#] you believe in?
[E] Well now, you've been [G] taking the funk since the [Em] beginning.
Too many chapters, and [F#] now to rewrite and fix the [E] ending.
Besides, you question what [G] kind of message that be [Em] sending.
That you's a [F#] chump, punk, but [Em] so what?
I've [Bm] been out of the roles you choose to [Em] play, by the way.
I'm [D#] sure of a beginning and an end, [C#m] but everything in between is all [C#] gray.
All gray.
Sometimes [Bm] I flow staccato, rip [F#] you up vibrato.
While you [Em] be acting macho, I [F#] try and switch it up.
I see [Bm] the games you play, and [F#m] the traps you lay.
Not fit to fall in, but I'll let you play them anyway.
Sometimes [E] I flow staccato, rip [G] you up vibrato.
While you [Em] be acting macho, I try [F#] and switch it up.
I see [E] the games you play, and [G] the traps you lay.
Not fit [E] to fall in, but I'll let you play [F#] them anyway.
[Bm]
[F#] [Bm]
[F#] [Bm]
[Em] [F#] [Bm]
[E] [F#] [E] [G]
[E] [G]
I don't understand this game.
[B] When I was a kid we used to play a [F#m] game.
[A] [G]
[F#] [E] [D]
[E] [D#] [Em]
[G] I think you know [Em] the rules of our [G] game.
[E] I have no [D#] time to play games.
[Bm] Sometimes I post a kakos, [F#] you a vibrato, while you be acting macho.
I try and switch it up, I [E] see the games you play, [D] and the traps you lay.
I [Em] put the ball in, but I'll let you [F#] be the mini-may.
Sometimes [B] I post a kakos, [F#] you a vibrato, while [Em] you be acting macho.
I [F#] try and switch it up, I see the games you play, [G] and the traps you lay.
I [E] put the ball in, but I'll let you be the mini-may.
I sit here, the clock ticks, [F#] watch the leaves on the plant flick from the fan above the room and I lick.
Head [B] trip, deliberate, cease, tighten the [Em] feeling, and submit.
Floated like the path, pre [F#m]-existing, hidden codes may suck.
[Bm] They peep us like a webcam from the pyramids that [Em] pass from hand to hand.
Let's think coincidence or better yet, [Bm] sixth sense.
My instincts tell me [F#] to back up from that handshake that [Em] wasn't tense.
My instincts tell me [F#m] to back up from that handshake that wasn't [E] tense.
Brush it off and [G] commence, blame it on myself, [Em] trip into the shithead's defense.
[F#] Cause I stare from the [Em] planet about face, and Billie [G] Jean's death in the place.
Throw [Em] myself on the hood, recap the [F#] time that I waste.
I know that [C#m] spitting's a bad habit, but I [F#] can't help the taste.
Still [G] looking for the clues, is it because [F#] of cold case?
Procrastinate [E] until I go to move the shit [G] from your face.
Reveal the [E] naysayer, sayer, [Gm] sayer.
[Bm] Sometimes I post a kakos, [F#] you a vibrato, while [Em] you be acting macho.
I [F#] try and switch it up, I [Bm] see the games you play, and the traps you lay.
Not [C#] fit to fall in, but I'll let you [G] play them anyway.
Sometimes [E] I post a kakos, you [G] a vibrato, while you be acting macho.
I [F#] try and switch it up, I [Em] see the games you play, [G] and the traps you lay.
Not [E] fit to fall in, but I'll let you play them anyway.
Me, [Bm] me, me, me, me.
[Em] [F#] [E] [Bm]
[F#] How [Bm] could you do this to me?
Me, me, [Em] me, me.
[F#] Don't you ever get tired of thinking [E] about your dope, greedy, [Em] false self?
So grateful, so free.
[D#m] Now [B] you ain't saying nada, sweating, getting hotter.
[Em] Change it to my father, I'm [F#] bout to rip you up.
Such [B] a control freak, you mouth the words I speak.
You got no nerve, [F#] you question me, but you ain't even [B] listening.
Your world is make believe, but I keep [Em] pretending that I'm flexible.
So [F#] you think your will's got me [B] bending?
Putting all your energy into negativity.
[E] You're holding over me, while [F#] you steady scheming.
But [Em] I'm making moves, while you [G] sleeping and dreaming of being larger than life.
Your own head [F#] you believe in?
[E] Well now, you've been [G] taking the funk since the [Em] beginning.
Too many chapters, and [F#] now to rewrite and fix the [E] ending.
Besides, you question what [G] kind of message that be [Em] sending.
That you's a [F#] chump, punk, but [Em] so what?
I've [Bm] been out of the roles you choose to [Em] play, by the way.
I'm [D#] sure of a beginning and an end, [C#m] but everything in between is all [C#] gray.
All gray.
Sometimes [Bm] I flow staccato, rip [F#] you up vibrato.
While you [Em] be acting macho, I [F#] try and switch it up.
I see [Bm] the games you play, and [F#m] the traps you lay.
Not fit to fall in, but I'll let you play them anyway.
Sometimes [E] I flow staccato, rip [G] you up vibrato.
While you [Em] be acting macho, I try [F#] and switch it up.
I see [E] the games you play, and [G] the traps you lay.
Not fit [E] to fall in, but I'll let you play [F#] them anyway.
[Bm]
[F#] [Bm]
[F#] [Bm]
[Em] [F#] [Bm]
[E] [F#] [E] [G]
[E] [G]
I don't understand this game.
Key:
F#
Em
E
G
Bm
F#
Em
E
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] When I was a kid we used to play a [F#m] game.
_ _ [A] _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ [D] _
_ [E] _ _ [D#] _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ I think you know [Em] the rules of our [G] game.
_ [E] I have no [D#] time to play games.
[Bm] Sometimes I post a kakos, [F#] you a vibrato, while you be acting macho.
I try and switch it up, I [E] see the games you play, [D] and the traps you lay.
I [Em] put the ball in, but I'll let you [F#] be the mini-may.
Sometimes [B] I post a kakos, [F#] you a vibrato, while [Em] you be acting macho.
I [F#] try and switch it up, I see the games you play, [G] and the traps you lay.
I [E] put the ball in, but I'll let you be the mini-may.
I sit here, the clock ticks, [F#] watch the leaves on the plant flick from the fan above the room and I lick.
Head [B] trip, deliberate, cease, tighten the [Em] feeling, and submit.
Floated like the path, pre [F#m]-existing, hidden codes may suck.
[Bm] They peep us like a webcam from the pyramids that [Em] pass from hand to hand.
Let's think coincidence or better yet, [Bm] sixth sense.
My instincts tell me [F#] to back up from that handshake that [Em] wasn't tense.
My instincts tell me [F#m] to back up from that handshake that wasn't [E] tense.
Brush it off and [G] commence, blame it on myself, [Em] trip into the shithead's defense.
[F#] Cause I stare from the [Em] planet about face, and Billie [G] Jean's death in the place.
Throw [Em] myself on the hood, recap the [F#] time that I waste.
I know that [C#m] spitting's a bad habit, but I [F#] can't help the taste.
Still [G] looking for the clues, is it because [F#] of cold case?
Procrastinate [E] until I go to move the shit [G] from your face.
Reveal the [E] naysayer, sayer, [Gm] sayer.
[Bm] Sometimes I post a kakos, [F#] you a vibrato, while [Em] you be acting macho.
I [F#] try and switch it up, I [Bm] see the games you play, and the traps you lay.
Not [C#] fit to fall in, but I'll let you [G] play them anyway.
Sometimes [E] I post a kakos, you [G] a vibrato, while you be acting macho.
I [F#] try and switch it up, I [Em] see the games you play, [G] and the traps you lay.
Not [E] fit to fall in, but I'll let you play them anyway.
Me, [Bm] me, me, me, me. _
_ [Em] _ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [F#] How [Bm] could you do this to me?
Me, me, [Em] me, me.
[F#] Don't you ever get tired of thinking [E] about your dope, greedy, [Em] false self?
So grateful, so free.
[D#m] Now [B] you ain't saying nada, sweating, getting hotter.
[Em] Change it to my father, I'm [F#] bout to rip you up.
Such [B] a control freak, you mouth the words I speak.
You got no nerve, [F#] you question me, but you ain't even [B] listening.
Your world is make believe, but I keep [Em] pretending that I'm flexible.
So [F#] you think your will's got me [B] bending?
Putting all your energy into negativity.
[E] You're holding over me, while [F#] you steady scheming.
But [Em] I'm making moves, while you [G] sleeping and dreaming of being larger than life.
Your own head [F#] you believe in?
[E] Well now, you've been [G] taking the funk since the [Em] beginning.
Too many chapters, and [F#] now to rewrite and fix the [E] ending.
Besides, you question what [G] kind of message that be [Em] sending.
That you's a [F#] chump, punk, but [Em] so what?
I've [Bm] been out of the roles you choose to [Em] play, by the way.
I'm [D#] sure of a beginning and an end, [C#m] but everything in between is all [C#] gray.
All gray.
_ Sometimes [Bm] I flow staccato, rip [F#] you up vibrato.
While you [Em] be acting macho, I [F#] try and switch it up.
I see [Bm] the games you play, and [F#m] the traps you lay.
Not fit to fall in, but I'll let you play them anyway.
Sometimes [E] I flow staccato, rip [G] you up vibrato.
While you [Em] be acting macho, I try [F#] and switch it up.
I see [E] the games you play, and [G] the traps you lay.
Not fit [E] to fall in, but I'll let you play [F#] them anyway.
_ [Bm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ [F#] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [G] _
I don't understand this game. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] When I was a kid we used to play a [F#m] game.
_ _ [A] _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ [D] _
_ [E] _ _ [D#] _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ I think you know [Em] the rules of our [G] game.
_ [E] I have no [D#] time to play games.
[Bm] Sometimes I post a kakos, [F#] you a vibrato, while you be acting macho.
I try and switch it up, I [E] see the games you play, [D] and the traps you lay.
I [Em] put the ball in, but I'll let you [F#] be the mini-may.
Sometimes [B] I post a kakos, [F#] you a vibrato, while [Em] you be acting macho.
I [F#] try and switch it up, I see the games you play, [G] and the traps you lay.
I [E] put the ball in, but I'll let you be the mini-may.
I sit here, the clock ticks, [F#] watch the leaves on the plant flick from the fan above the room and I lick.
Head [B] trip, deliberate, cease, tighten the [Em] feeling, and submit.
Floated like the path, pre [F#m]-existing, hidden codes may suck.
[Bm] They peep us like a webcam from the pyramids that [Em] pass from hand to hand.
Let's think coincidence or better yet, [Bm] sixth sense.
My instincts tell me [F#] to back up from that handshake that [Em] wasn't tense.
My instincts tell me [F#m] to back up from that handshake that wasn't [E] tense.
Brush it off and [G] commence, blame it on myself, [Em] trip into the shithead's defense.
[F#] Cause I stare from the [Em] planet about face, and Billie [G] Jean's death in the place.
Throw [Em] myself on the hood, recap the [F#] time that I waste.
I know that [C#m] spitting's a bad habit, but I [F#] can't help the taste.
Still [G] looking for the clues, is it because [F#] of cold case?
Procrastinate [E] until I go to move the shit [G] from your face.
Reveal the [E] naysayer, sayer, [Gm] sayer.
[Bm] Sometimes I post a kakos, [F#] you a vibrato, while [Em] you be acting macho.
I [F#] try and switch it up, I [Bm] see the games you play, and the traps you lay.
Not [C#] fit to fall in, but I'll let you [G] play them anyway.
Sometimes [E] I post a kakos, you [G] a vibrato, while you be acting macho.
I [F#] try and switch it up, I [Em] see the games you play, [G] and the traps you lay.
Not [E] fit to fall in, but I'll let you play them anyway.
Me, [Bm] me, me, me, me. _
_ [Em] _ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [F#] How [Bm] could you do this to me?
Me, me, [Em] me, me.
[F#] Don't you ever get tired of thinking [E] about your dope, greedy, [Em] false self?
So grateful, so free.
[D#m] Now [B] you ain't saying nada, sweating, getting hotter.
[Em] Change it to my father, I'm [F#] bout to rip you up.
Such [B] a control freak, you mouth the words I speak.
You got no nerve, [F#] you question me, but you ain't even [B] listening.
Your world is make believe, but I keep [Em] pretending that I'm flexible.
So [F#] you think your will's got me [B] bending?
Putting all your energy into negativity.
[E] You're holding over me, while [F#] you steady scheming.
But [Em] I'm making moves, while you [G] sleeping and dreaming of being larger than life.
Your own head [F#] you believe in?
[E] Well now, you've been [G] taking the funk since the [Em] beginning.
Too many chapters, and [F#] now to rewrite and fix the [E] ending.
Besides, you question what [G] kind of message that be [Em] sending.
That you's a [F#] chump, punk, but [Em] so what?
I've [Bm] been out of the roles you choose to [Em] play, by the way.
I'm [D#] sure of a beginning and an end, [C#m] but everything in between is all [C#] gray.
All gray.
_ Sometimes [Bm] I flow staccato, rip [F#] you up vibrato.
While you [Em] be acting macho, I [F#] try and switch it up.
I see [Bm] the games you play, and [F#m] the traps you lay.
Not fit to fall in, but I'll let you play them anyway.
Sometimes [E] I flow staccato, rip [G] you up vibrato.
While you [Em] be acting macho, I try [F#] and switch it up.
I see [E] the games you play, and [G] the traps you lay.
Not fit [E] to fall in, but I'll let you play [F#] them anyway.
_ [Bm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ [F#] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [G] _
I don't understand this game. _ _ _ _
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