Juice WRLD – Arctic Tundra (Ukulele)

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I fuck the blunt up, haha
    Em       G
Yeah, I'm on marijuana (Marijuana)

 A
  My lean plug say he'll be here in a second (Pull up)

Em           G
  I'm getting high, I'm feelin' restless (I'm sad)

A
  Feel like I'm finna die (R I P )

Em                      G
Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)

A
My VVS cold, like a arctic tundra

Em                        G
That  40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems

A
And you best proceed with some caution,

Em
yeah,

           G                           A
This song for the girl with the blonde hair
Suck me up good, give me Becky, like,
Em
yeah

                    G                 A
She ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair
Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi,
Em
yeah

             G               A
I'm high as hell, mind everywhere
Still mind over matter Pockets getting fatter, elevate like a ladder
Em                        G
 30 and that  40 make you percolate like a dancer

     A
I'm colder than the North Pole, Blitzen and Prancer 

     Em                           G
She say she from the strip pole, she a dirty dancer

     A
Her ex-nigga too low, she don't got no standards

Em                           G
He ain't right, me? I live a better life

                A 
Ran it up like Jerry Rice, I don't gotta say it twice

              Em                 G
This is real life, your nigga is Fisher-Price

           A
I can read minds, you was thinkin' 'bout how I'm that nigga, right?

Em                       G 
Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)

    A
My VVS cold, like a arctic tundra

      Em                         G
That  40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems

     A
And you best proceed with some caution,

Em
yeah

           G                           A
This song for the girl with the blonde hair
Suck me up good, give me Becky, like,
Em
yeah

                     G                    A
She ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair
Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi,
Em
yeah

                G                 A
Time, time will tell, I'm sad as hell
Being broke make me sadder N c Ran all them bands up, uh, still frownin'
Em                     G
When my world upside down, I'm smilin'

A
Turn my frown upside down? I doubt it
Like,
Em
yeah,

G            A
these are my tears, sing away my fears

Em          G                Am
Buzz Lightyears away from here,ayy
Catch me somewhere fuckin' a blunt up and fuckin' on your momma
Em                       G 
Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)

    A
My VVS cold, like a arctic tundra

      Em                         G
That  40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems

     A
And you best proceed with some caution,

Em
yeah

           G                           A
This song for the girl with the blonde hair
Suck me up good, give me Becky, like,
Em
yeah

                     G                    A
She ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair
Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi,
Em
yeah