Tyler, The Creator – I Killed You (Guitar)
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[Intro]
D Db Your new hot comb go 'round and 'round (Go) D Db Your new blowout go 'round and 'round (Pick it out) D Db The 360 waves go 'round and 'round (Go) D Db The grease addin' up, it go 'round and 'round
[Verse 1]
N.C.
I gotta work, I gotta eat
N.C.
If they see you on top of me, I gotta leave
N.C.
Bitch, I killed you, your natural state is threatening
N.C.
To the point that I point at myself and self-esteem
N.C.
Bitch, I killed you, no findin' out a couple knots was a map
N.C.
We escapin', them routes right on the scalp
D Db Bitch, I killed you, takin' you out, it's not a game D Db Feel ashamed, so we straightened you out without a doubt D Db Bitch, I killed you, you are so essential D Db How we used to pick you 'cause you was a symbol D Db Berries and oils, your nature was so simple D Db But I guess the coils and kinks became an issue D Db Therefore, bitch, I killed you, Jheris and Mimis D Db I burnt you, I cut you, I filled you up with chemis D Db Forced you to relax, you was thick, you was BB D Db Couldn't take the heat, so you gone when they see me now D Db Yeah, bitch, I killed you, aunties, grandmas, sisters, mamas, N.C. D Darker-skinneded women's conscience, got you, bitch, they killed you Db N.C. Uncles, daddies, brothers, sons cut by one, the shit begun early D Bitch, they killed you Db D Mentally stuck, I couldn't see, when you breathe Db Thought I needed a cut, it fucked me up D Bitch, I killed you Db D We don't got advantages, we don't match they images Db D So it led to damages, ah, I had to kill you Db I gotta work, I gotta eat D Db If they see you on top of me, then I'm at peace D Bitch, I killed you Db D You are my crown, without the grease, really fine Db Got the kinks in they mind they gotta ease D Bitch, I killed you Db D Gravity defy, against the elements Db D Call you fragile? I say you delicate Db N.C. You the room, baby, they the motherfuckin' elephant
Talkin' 'bout my heritage
F#m7
I could never kill-[Interlude]
Fm7 Em9 Fm7 F#m7 (Comb that shit)
Fm7 Em9 Fm7
[Verse 2]
F#m7
Trapped in the back, aw (Where they at?)Type three, is it type four? (Where they at?)
Em9
Fuck it, get down, this is my crown (Where they at?)You got kinks in your mind, boy (Where they at?)
[Outro]
F#m7 You're so beautiful Em9 Just as beautiful F#m7 You're so beautiful Fm7 Em9 Just as beautiful Fm7 F#m7 Just as beautiful Fm7 Em9 Ooh, ah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Away, away, a-a-a-away)
Fm7 F#m7 Em9 Just as beautiful (Ooh, ooh) F#m7 Dum, dum (Ooh), dum, dum Em9 Dum, dum, dum, dum, dum (Ooh)