Dominic Fike – Sunburn (Guitar)

Am           G
Hold on, misdemeanor

        C
Can you slow down?

F
Down

Am                 G
Slow down, you misdemeanor

       C
Can you hold out?

F
Out

Am
Same shit, but different days where I'm from

       G
Bitches droppin' like old ladies and such (Where I'm at, where I'm at)

     C
Yeah, Southern Florida, I was raised in the sun

        F
You throw shade, get hit by rays from the suns

            Am
Baby went to class, then graduated to get her paycheck

               G
Baby done had a baby, now the baby daddy ain't in the picture

            C
I'm on this music (What?)

                                            F
Mama went to jail, we was hungry, I'm on this music (What?)

                                           Am
Everyone grew up and got comfy, I'm on this music (What?), dawg

                                              G
Who you call when you don't got the money for school at all?

                                              C
Mama cryin, thinkin' 'bout one day how we gon' lose it all

                                       F
I would die before that happened, I'm pickin' the strap up before you pickin' my slack up, baby

Am
Same shit, but different days where I'm from

      G
I was screaming, feel a strain in my lungs (Where I'm at, where I'm at), yeah

C
When I die, baby, lay me in the sun

F
When I die, baby, lay me in the sun

Am           G
Hold on, misdemeanor

        C
Can you slow down?

F
Down

Am                 G
Slow down, you misdemeanor

       C
Can you hold out?

F
Out

Am
Dropped off, heard he got picked off in a parking lot

 G
He should've stashed the brick in the body shop

          C
Brody got jammed as a juvie, we call it child lock

                  F
And before he was playin' with a toolie, he had a scholarship

                   Am
And now I'm in his Range goin' fifty, goin' sixty

        G
Goin' two-hundred, goin' through somethin', tryna run from my true colors

               C
Ooh, I got some nerves talkin' to you like I know ya

                       F
'Cause I know ya, it's the same from F.L.A. up to the Nolia

              Am
And I told ya, same shit, but different days where I'm from

      G
I was screaming, feel a strain in my lungs, uh-huh

C
And when I die, baby, lay me in the sun

      F
When I die, baby, lay me in the sun

Am           G
Hold on, misdemeanor

        C
Can you slow down?

F
Down

Am                 G
Slow down, you misdemeanor

       C
Can you hold out?

F
Out