WILLOW (Willow Smith) – Cuban Pete (Guitar)

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[Hook 1: Willow]
Abm7                E
Dominos, dominos, dominos

Ebm                Abm7
Dominos, dominos, dominos

                   E      Ebm
Dominos, dominos, dominos

                   Abm7               E
Your love's like dominos, dominos, dominos

Abm7           Ebm
Dominos, d-dominos
[Verse1: Willow]
Abm7                            E          Ebm
I went outside on a bright Monday morning

Abm7                                   E                 Ebm
I sat with my dog and read some new books I just bought

Abm7
I wrote a poem about you

E       Ebm7
  In a couple of moments I know that you know this

Abm7                      E                      Ebm
But I know you're just scared of yourself (of yourself, of yourself, Cuz I helped)

Abm7
Don't work hard as you

E                   Ebm7
The things that you wish you could do but

Abm7                            E                    Ebm7
I can't, I can't nah I'm just tripping (I'm just slipping)
[SZA]
Abm7                               E
Young rose, they ask you not to grow here

Ebm7                  Abm7
[Tanning?] where you show, seek what's on your mind

                   E       Ebm7
just one thing to know my dear

Abm7
The dirt is not for you

E                  Ebm7                 Abm7
Can't absorb the light, stick only to truth

                     E      Ebm7
And this is what I know my dear

Abm7                                                   E     Ebm7
Show me, you show me, you show me, you show me, you show me

Abm7                                                   E     Ebm7
Grow me, you grow me, you grow me, you grow me, you grow me
[Hook 2: SZA]
Abm7                          E     Ebm7
Dominos, dominos, dominos, dominos

                Abm7                         E      Ebm7
My mind's like dominos, dominos, dominos, dominos

              Abm7              E
Falling like dominos, dominos

               Ebm7
Falling like dominos, dominos
[Verse 3: Willow]
Abm7                              E      Ebm7
Young Rose, they said don't you grow here

Abm77                 E        Ebm7
Oh no I let myself float here

     Abm7                                               E                      Ebm7
On a kite let us ride yes I came from the third follow me as your Lead and we can just chill back and converse, converse, converse

Abm7        E Ebm7
Converse

     Abm77                               E   Ebm
It hurts, I swear it hurts the way you walk,

            Abm7                     E        Ebm7        N.C.
without a verse I talk, without my mouth we speak, just thunderclouds