Chords for Workin’ Out - A Colors Show

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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Workin’ Out - A Colors Show chords
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On everything, I gave everything [Fm] and got nothing back Ain't looking [Bbm] for it, no pet on back
That ain't how we [Fm] got, where the fuck we at?
Mama called, where the fuck you [Bbm] at?
On the [Fm] road and ain't coming back Into my hundred [Bbm] stacks, make a hundred racks
And that hundred [Ab] racks, bring a bundle back I was blowing [Bbm] gas like the hundred batches
J-I-D [F] bitch, the money snatchers J-L-I-V [Bbm] shit, I'm coming after everybody
[F] Don't get the bloody splatter
I'm fly and I got my niggas fly too
Shit is light but it passes
I wanna [Bbm] cry cause I'm lemon-cide
You wonder [Abm] why, ask what's the matter
Cause I been working [Bbm] hella hard
Shit ain't really [Ab] working out
I been praying [Db] to the lord
Shit ain't really [Ab] working out
I been looking [Bbm] to the stars
Keep my head [Eb] up in the clouds
Shit ain't really [Bbm] working out
[Fm] Shit ain't really working out
Shit ain't really [Bbm] working out
[C]
[Fm] Don't explain
[Bbm]
Yeah
[G] I'll kill my nigga man
[Bb] Andro
[Fm] Yeah, [Bbm]
okay
Shit ain't really [Eb] working out
Now I got a [Bbm] little bread
Got my niggas [Fm] working out
Damn, baby yo [Bbm] ass fat
I can see you [F] working out
When you got [Bbm] a new job
Tell me how that shit [Ab] working out
Heard you doing pretty good, yeah
People talk [Fm] word about
Wasn't around when you had [Bb] the dirty house
Now they want even you kick em out
These type of people can't stick [Bbm] around
Only down when it's lick [Fm] around
Or split around
That's [Bbm] why I don't fuck with niggas now
Well [Ab] I fuck with down my niggas
You know the difference
[Bbm] You been living with tunnel vision
You and all [Fm] of your friends are like wonder women
Wonder woman, working for it
If you ever [Eb] wanted something
Searching for a purpose
I see what you want
[Bbm]
Difference in how you be using [Ab] your gifts
In the midst of this shit
Shit you dealing [Bbm] with really specific
You pay attention, [Ab] panoramic
Got the vision like a fertilizer
Shoot a tactical killer
Seeking your teeth [Fm] with the venom
Kinda like me with the instrumentals
Or the pen and the pencil
Or off the paper
So the paper keep it sensible
Since you winning you [Bb] a object of [F] ridicule
Objects appearing closer than you ready [Bbm] for
Obviously you don't know what's ahead
[Ab] But that's the reason you can work so you can
Oh yeah, shit ain't really [Fm] working out
I've been praying to [Bbm] the lord
Shit ain't really [Ab] working out
I've been looking to [Bbm] the stars
Keep my head up in [Db] the clouds
Shit ain't really working out
Shit ain't [Ab] really working out
Shit ain't really [Bb] working out
Come on, bro, come to the booty club one time
[F] Throw some of that Dreamville money
[Bb] Throw some of that Dreamville money at these hoes, bro
They got [Ab] dreams too, nigga
[F] They got shit to do too
[Bb] [N]
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_ _ _ _ _ _ On everything, I gave everything [Fm] and got nothing back Ain't looking [Bbm] for it, no pet on back
That ain't how we [Fm] got, where the fuck we at?
Mama called, where the fuck you [Bbm] at?
On the [Fm] road and ain't coming back Into my hundred [Bbm] stacks, make a hundred racks
And that hundred [Ab] racks, bring a bundle back I was blowing [Bbm] gas like the hundred batches
J-I-D [F] bitch, the money snatchers J-L-I-V [Bbm] shit, I'm coming after everybody
[F] Don't get the bloody splatter
I'm fly and I got my niggas fly too
Shit is light but it passes
I wanna [Bbm] cry cause I'm lemon-cide
You wonder [Abm] why, ask what's the matter
Cause I been working [Bbm] hella hard
Shit ain't really [Ab] working out
I been praying [Db] to the lord
Shit ain't really [Ab] working out
I been looking [Bbm] to the stars
Keep my head [Eb] up in the clouds
Shit ain't really [Bbm] working out
[Fm] Shit ain't really working out
Shit ain't really [Bbm] working out
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ [Fm] _ Don't explain
_ [Bbm] _
Yeah
_ _ [G] I'll kill my nigga man _
[Bb] Andro
_ _ [Fm] _ Yeah, [Bbm] _
okay
Shit ain't really [Eb] working out
Now I got a [Bbm] little bread
Got my niggas [Fm] working out
Damn, baby yo [Bbm] ass fat
I can see you [F] working out
When you got [Bbm] a new job
Tell me how that shit [Ab] working out
Heard you doing pretty good, yeah
People talk [Fm] word about
Wasn't around when you had [Bb] the dirty house
Now they want even you kick em out
These type of people can't stick [Bbm] around
Only down when it's lick [Fm] around
Or split around
That's [Bbm] why I don't fuck with niggas now
Well [Ab] I fuck with down my niggas
You know the difference
[Bbm] You been living with tunnel vision
You and all [Fm] of your friends are like wonder women
Wonder woman, working for it
If you ever [Eb] wanted something
Searching for a purpose
I see what you want
[Bbm]
Difference in how you be using [Ab] your gifts
In the midst of this shit
Shit you dealing [Bbm] with really specific
You pay attention, [Ab] panoramic
Got the vision like a fertilizer
Shoot a tactical killer
Seeking your teeth [Fm] with the venom
Kinda like me with the instrumentals
Or the pen and the pencil
Or off the paper
So the paper keep it sensible
Since you winning you [Bb] a object of [F] ridicule
Objects appearing closer than you ready [Bbm] for
Obviously you don't know what's ahead
[Ab] But that's the reason you can work so you can
Oh yeah, shit ain't really [Fm] working out
I've been praying to [Bbm] the lord
Shit ain't really [Ab] working out
I've been looking to [Bbm] the stars
Keep my head up in [Db] the clouds
Shit ain't really working out
Shit ain't [Ab] really working out
Shit ain't really [Bb] working out
Come on, bro, come to the booty club one time
[F] Throw some of that Dreamville money
[Bb] Throw some of that Dreamville money at these hoes, bro
They got [Ab] dreams too, nigga
_ _ [F] They got shit to do too
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [N] _ _