Lil Wayne – Let It All Work Out (Guitar)

E Bm A                    F#m  E
      Let it all work out,

                   Bm A
let it all work out

                   F#m E
Let it all work out,

                   Bm A
let it all work out

                   F#m E
Let it all work out,

                   Bm A
let it all work out

                   F#m E
Let it all work out,     Work out, yeah

Bm               A
I'm in this bitch

    F#m          E
Yeah, was on the outside, looking in this bitch

    Bm
But now I'm in this bitch

A    F#m                  E   A
Yeah,    I'm in this bitch

                     F#m
Tunechi, you a genius

                      E
Looked in the mirror, said

                                    Bm
"Don't let the money come between us"

          A                                  F#m
I'm loaded, loaded at my earliest convenience

                E                          Bm
But fuck 'em, I feel like I got ten middle fingers

           A                                   F#m
I'm sippin', sippin' in this bitch and poppin' uppers

               E
Girl, take this, this that shit that give a flower color

Bm                   A
And some bitch named Wonder Woman told me not to wonder

F#m        E
The crumbs, you only see 'em when the cookie crumble

Bm        A
Real shit, look at my candle, still lit

                         F#m                          E
Had to swallow my pride, though, swear it tastes like spearmint

                            Bm
Big up to my nigga with the strap on 'em

             A
I never turn my back on 'em

                    F#m
Cold nigga act like they cool with ya

                                         E
But a lot of these niggas be transformers

                                       Bm
A lot of these players be bench-warmers

                   A
The game ain't easy, but it's fair, nigga

                           F#m
I'ma sit in this throne so long

                    E
'Til it's a fuckin' rockin' chair, nigga

                       Bm
Bad bitch playin' with my hair, nigga

              A
Said, "Relax, Tune, baby don't stress out"

                                    F#m
But I got a lot of shit on my mind, though

                                E
She said, "Let that shit work itself out"

                      Bm      A
"Let that shit work itself out"

[Bridge]
   F#m   E
C--5
Yeah,

                  Bm A
back in this bitch

          F#m
Tune, you left this bitch

                   A                       Bm
Like you knew this bitch was gon' let your ass back in this bitch

A                     F#m  E
   Let it all work out,

                           Bm               A
But ain't nobody else like you in this bitch

                   F#m  E
Let it all work out

                           Bm               A
But ain't nobody else like you in this bitch

                   F#m  E
Cita, you a psychic

                                       Bm
'Cause you said there be days like this

            A                                           F#m
They want a piece of me, I ain't the one that's serving slices

                  E
Please swallow, I had my share of dirty diapers

Bm                         A
Real shit, pussy niggas on that guilt trip

A                     F#m
It'll be on in a heartbeat

          E
You can't hear no pussy nigga's shit skip

                          Bm
I fear God, never fear men

          A
Give back, never give in

                 Bm
Beat odds, never beat women

             E
Keep an open mind, let 'em peek in it

           Bm
Reach highs, never reach limits

     A
Need minds, I don't need plenty

                  F#m                  E
This C5, this for BI and Left Eye, and T-Boz

                        Bm
When I seen Chilli at a Floyd fight

                  A
I almost asked her to creep with me

                       F#m
But I was young, and I held my tongue

              E
But with that tongue, I just keep spitting

                    Bm A  F#m  E
So it all worked out

    Bm                   A
And now I'm in this bitch

                    Bm                        N.C.
And life said, "Tune, you knew me for way too long"

                                        Bm A
And then she said, "Let it all work out"

                   F#m  E
Let it all work out,

                   Bm A
let it all work out    (yeah)

                   F#m  E
Let it all work out,

                   Bm A
let it all work out

                     E
Tunechi you a monster

                      E
Looked in the mirror, but you wasn't there, I couldn't find ya

    A
I'm lookin' for that big old smile, full of diamonds

           E                           N.C.
Instead, I found this letter you ain't finished writin'

  D        A
I found my momma's pistol where she always hide it

     E
I cry, put it to my head, then thought about it

  D        A
Nobody was home to stop me, so I called my auntie

F#m      E
Hung up, then put the gun up to my heart and pound it

D               A
Too much was on my conscious to be smart about it

          E
Too torn apart about it, I aim where my heart was pounding

  D              A
I shot it, and I woke up with blood all around me

         E
It's mine, I didn't die, but as I was dying

D              A
God came to my side and we talked about it

          E                           D
He sold me another life and he made a prophet

A
 Yeah, and he said

                     F#m E
"Let it all work out" (yeah)

                   D A
Let it all work out (I'm still in this bitch)

                   F#m E
Let it all work out

     E
(Yeah, thank God 'cause I'm still in this bitch)

                   D A
Let it all work out (phew)

                   F#m E
Let it all work out

                   D A
Let it all work out

                   F#m E
Let it all work out ("ain't nobody else like you in this bitch)

                   D A
Let it all work out (Yeah)

                   F#m E
Let it all work out (and don't forget what I did this, bitch)

                   D A
Let it all work out (can't even remember when I didn't, bitch")

          F#m E
Let it all

                   D A
Let it all work out (yeah)

                   F#m E
Let it all work out (now I'm out this bitch)

                   D A
Let it all work out (I'm out this bitch)

                                 F#m E
Let it all (and it all worked out)