Campfire Freestyle

Juice WRLD

Campfire Freestyle аккорды

			[Intro]
Bm    G     Cm      B

[Chorus]
   Bm       G       Cm      B
(mumbling) Fall down
Bm             G
I ain't finna fall down
 Cm                              B
Fourth quarter, shorty, I'mma a ball out
 Bm                     G
Don't Go to work, baby call out
 Cm                    B
Ain't no waitin', no stall now
Bm            G
   I'm finna ball out
 Cm                         B
Fourth quarter, shorty, no call outs
 Bm                           G
Don't Go to work, baby, just call out
 Cm                   B
(uh) In the bedroom, all out

[Verse 1]
Bm            G
Percs on the counter
                Cm
I can't wait to take 'em
                B
Blunts on the counter
               Bm
Can't wait to face it
           G
Bad lil' bitch, yeah
            Cm
She be my favorite
         B                       Bm
All my songs, they all on her playlists
                G                           Cm
I don't really know how to say it but I'mma say it
                 B                                G
I don't really know if she take it but she could take it
                                         B
I don't slow it down unless I'm in the matrix
                                           Bm
Presidential brain that bitch like Sarah Palin

[Refrain]
G
Here it go
Cm                          B
I'm not the same nigga that I was a year ago
Bm                 G
I thank God every day for this, a miracle
Cm              B
In the Trap House singing mingles, spirituals
  Bm                 G                   Cm                 B
(Yeah) Aunt Jemima, best believe I'm in trap, goin' entry lining
                          Bm                    G
Pull up on 'em with the Rollie, that's perfect timing
              Cm                     B
I guess that means that the stars aligning

[Verse 2]
Bm               G
Gonna sing like CeCe Winans
Cm                 B
Changed shit just like the climate
Bm              G
Sit back in my seat reclining
Cm                 B
I call that shit perfect timing
Bm               G
I'm in another country getting new money
Cm               B
My money act depression, yeah that's blue money
Bm                    G
Feeling like I had depression, I was blue or something
Cm                B                                     Bm
Until I smoked a pack and then I blew or something   (uh, uh)
G                           Cm                           B
Listen to the way that, my flow on this shit is off the top, like a wave cap
Bm                G
Pull up on the ceiling you get knocked like the bass back
Cm                      B
Put the Mac-11 bullet where your fucking face at
Bm            G
Eating good cocaine on a placemat
Cm                  B
And that's what a bitch put her face at

[Outro]
G
Eating good cocaine on a placemat
B
And that's what a bitch put her face at