Travis Scott – Backyard (Guitar)

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[Produced by O.Z & SykSense] [Intro] (Sounds of chips being eaten) 'Aight play the shit Yuh, yuh, yuh [Verse 1]
Am
Gon' grab that fifth, grab that eighth

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Got what you need, blow that dope, don't get too high

                                  Dm
From the Third Coast to the West Coast, come take this ride

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Let me tell the tale of how Jacques turned Scott

Dm
Over one lost trip to the sky

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Let me tell the tale cause you told the tale

Dm
When you said I could make it this high

Am
Who knew? God dammit who knew?

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The grass ain't greener on the other side, it's just blue

                   Am                F
You can really identify when you lookin' in your eyes

              Dm
You ready to ride, that's true

           Am                   F
When they look in my eyes, they see that real

Dm
How Scotty entired that juice

  Am
Had my back against that wall

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Every summer felt so cold

                Am
My daddy ain't comin' home 'til fall

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That's why my pimp game so moist

          Am
Had that du-rag and all

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Had a 20 year old bitch in high school

             Am
Wasn't no tellin' what Travy might do

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On the south side of that HOU

              Am
Hollup, let's take it back to that room

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No car but still had drive

          Am
Just a hundred niggas standin' outside

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Life's a beach with lot of sand on the lot

     Am
I'ma ride for all of my niggas

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They forever here by my side

             Am
It was just 8 niggas in a two bedroom

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No leg room, that was last June, yeah yeah
[Refrain]
             Am      F
Yeah yeah forreal         

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Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga

Dm                               Am    F
Let it be known, yeah it's that real

Dm         Am      F Dm
Yeah yeah forreal

   Am F Dm
Forreal

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Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout

           Am                F                      Dm
We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real

         Am   F Dm
Yeah, forreal
[Hook]
   Bm          Am
Backyard, we chillin'

    Bm                   Am
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'

      Bm                Am
Homie brought out the liquor

     Bm                Am
Backyard, we gettin' high

     Bm              Am
Back-backyard, we chillin'

    Bm          Am
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'

     Bm          Am
Back-backyard, we gettin' high

  Bm            Am
Backyard, we chillin'

    Bm                    Am
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'

          Bm             Am
Homie brought out the liquor

    Bm                 Am
Backyard, we gettin' high

       Bm              Am
Back-backyard, we chillin'

       Bm           Am
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'

        Bm           Am
Back-backyard, we gettin' high
[Verse 2]
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Verses, one day you'll find your purpose

          Dm                        Am
Now my show's packed out like churches

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Fans never missin' out a word on the verses

                         Am
Never sit around, just workin', it was worth it

              F           Dm
That's for certain, I deserve it

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Lord knows we don't get tired, did more dirt than a derby

  Am
Momma worked for AT&T and we still ain't get that service

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She stayed in/out the hospital, you know that made me nervous

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Still step out the house to smell so fresh, fresh like detergent

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If a bitch don't want me, don't need them still got my Jergens

                             Am   F     Dm
And bitch you can keep them herpes, go alert me

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No house light on, cop light on, fuck this journey

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You heard me, you heard me, now swervin', hittin' curbs

          F                   Dm
And my nigga, my nigga came home so it just got real
[Refrain]
             Am      F
Yeah yeah forreal         

             Dm   Am                         F
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga

Dm                               Am    F
Let it be known, yeah it's that real

Dm         Am      F Dm
Yeah yeah forreal

   Am F Dm
Forreal

                  Am                         F            Dm
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout

           Am                F                      Dm
We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real

         Am   F Dm
Yeah, forreal
[Hook]
   Bm          Am
Backyard, we chillin'

    Bm                   Am
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'

      Bm                Am
Homie brought out the liquor

     Bm                Am
Backyard, we gettin' high

     Bm              Am
Back-backyard, we chillin'

    Bm          Am
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'

     Bm          Am
Back-backyard, we gettin' high

  Bm            Am
Backyard, we chillin'

    Bm                    Am
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'

          Bm             Am
Homie brought out the liquor

    Bm                 Am
Backyard, we gettin' high

       Bm              Am
Back-backyard, we chillin'

       Bm           Am
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'

        Bm           Am
Back-backyard, we gettin' high