Upchurch – Dont Want To Go Home (Guitar)

         A                      A               A    C#m   G#m
Feel the bass, bass, bass, bass shake inside my booooooneeeeeees

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Empty passenger seat, nobody drivin' with me 'cause I don't wanna go home

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Ayy, ayy, I feel like bustin' down a narrow road

          C#m              G#m          Em
Glove box full of the RAWs cones, ain't goin' home

E                  A
No GPS with me for sure, sure, sure, sure

E  Em               G#m
No Instagram I been keepin' it low-pro

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Low-pro like the wheels that's choppin' on that short bed GMC

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Charcoal grey, so suede inside the ash is rubbed in both my seats

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I smoke to walk the city streets, my blood type probably THC

Em          G#m                     G#m
I'm numb to other humans 'cause the camera cleared my vision, see

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Now everybody only want the money, money, money

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Now everybody want the fame, they kill each other for it

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With the blood all on the dance floor, music still playin', though

Em      C#m            G#m
Dead or alive, you can feel the vibe I'm on

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Rollin', rollin' down my window oh ooohhh

E             E           E           G#m
Turn up, turn up all that rock and rooooll

         E                      E               E        E
Feel the bass, bass, bass, bass shake inside my boooones ohhhhh

      E                      E                      E                G#m
Empty passenger seat, nobody drivin' with me 'cause I don't wanna go home

A           A        E
Sometimes I wanna be home alone

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Macaulay Culkin myself inside a attic door

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Catch a buzz, draw pictures in the dust on these wooden floors

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Fall asleep to these trees scratchin' windows in a thunderstorm

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Oh, what a wonderful feelin'

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Oh, what a beautiful reason

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To wanna bathe in this acid rain, black water inside my brain

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Magic ate my eyes, I smoke the shake and wish the best would fade

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Everybody's gotta have the X's on their eyelids

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Either it's the lava or the gold lace on their iris

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Streets gold, soft wings, rose gold, fang teeth

E                      E
Barefoot, grass green, ass fat, ride with me

E           E            E         E
Rollin', rollin' down my window oh ohhhhh

E             E           E           G#m
Turn up, turn up all that rock and rooooll oh

E        E                      E               E      E
Feel the bass, bass, bass, bass shake inside my boooooones

      E                      E                      E                E
Empty passenger seat, nobody drivin' with me 'cause I don't wanna go home