Blue Notes Meek Mill

Blue Notes

Meek Mill

Spencer Crawford MD

140
0:00 3:41
Tuning Standard (E A D G B E)
Beat 4/4
Key: F#m
Capo:
No capo
Strumming 1

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Lyrics

[Intro]
F#m B F#m B
F#m B
           F#m
This is my blues

[Chorus]
D           E
 'Cause I'm back down on my own again
F#m B7sus4
F#m                 D
   This is the blues I'm playing
E            F#m
 Yes, it's a fine old thing
D         E
 When the night is cold and low
F#m             B7sus4
   This is a Dollar   Bill beat

[Verse 1]
D
 Was it the money that made me a savage?
             E
Poppin' them Percs and I made it a habit
Totin' them pistols and serving them addicts
           F#m
That was exciting to me,
I'm so excited to be
             F#sus2
Started with nothin',
            F#m
we had to inspire to be
Niggas ain't flyer than me,
            B7sus4
I'm getting to    it
              D
Feel like the man, I got the plan
I call the shooters,
they hop out the van
              E
Play with the squad,
get popped like a Xan
Pop like a Perc, I'm goin' ham
          F#m
I'm goin' crazy on niggas,
too wavy for niggas
                   F#sus2
Do magic like alakazam   
           F#m
I'm in the kitchen compressin' a birdie
                                  B7sus4
Take out a nine and I sell it for thirty
                     D
Then straight to the jeweler,
I'm bustin a Rollie
To light up the city like Meechie o three
          E
I got the plug, he send 'em OT
Don't know these niggas,
these niggas know me
         F#m
Even old niggas, they call me OG
Young nigga but I put it down
We was on it when it weren't 'round
All of sudden niggas wanna come around
                    F#m
Stay over there, my G  

[Chorus]
                D
Do me one favor, take a few steps back
E F#m
     And look at yourself
Matter fact,
take yourself outside your body
And then look at yourself
B7sus4            F#m
And   see how you playing yourself,
nigga
D
 Congratulations,
E
 it's the motherfuckin' Chasers
F#m            D E       F#m B7sus4
   You feel me?  We on it

[Verse 2]
D
Gave you the plug
Try to be real with some niggas and put 'em on money
    E
And show 'em some love
You did me a favor,
I knew you was sheisty
                 F#m
I knew you would show who you was
                                  F#sus2
It's only a matter of time before niggas get lined
    F#m
And hit with them slugs
                                  B7sus4
Get found in a pool of your blood,      yeah,
   D
nigga
'Member they told me that we would fail
'Member they said we would see a cell
E
 Down with that semi like Cam Newton
I'm in the field like the NFL
F#m
   Niggas is sick' and I wish em well
         F#sus2
I made a wish  in a wishing well
F#m
   I put a brick in a wishing well
                  B7sus4
Been through some shit  and I'm sick of jail
D
 No disease but I'm sick of cells
Sick and tired of sending niggas mail
E
 Calling niggas just to get a bail
I just seen a nigga get a L
F#m
   Never coming home and minute on the phone
Sick and tired of seeing niggas fail
Sick and tired of seeing niggas lose
Sinning like we tryna get to hell

[Chorus]
F#m
D           E
 'Cause I'm back down on my own again
F#m B7sus4
F#m                 D
   This is the blues I'm playing
E            F#m
 Yes, it's a fine old thing
D         E                    F#m B7sus4
 When the night is cold and low

[Outro]
        F#m | - - - D | - - - E | - - - - |
| - - - F#m |

Bars

[Intro]
| F#m - - -   | - - - -   | - - - B | - - -   - |
| -   - - -   | - - - F#m | - - - - | - - -   - |
| -   - - B   | - - - -   | - - - - | - - F#m - |
| -   - - -   | - - - -   | B - - - | - - -   - |
| -   - - F#m | - - - -   | - - -

This is my blues

[Chorus]
                                   D | - - - E |
| - -      - F#m | - - - - | - - - - | - - - - |
| - B7sus4 - F#m | - - - D | - - - E | - - - - |
| - -      - F#m | - - - - | - - - D | - - - E |
| - -      - F#m | - - - - | - - - - | - - - - |
| - B7sus4 -

'Cause I'm back down on my own again
This is the blues I'm playing
Yes, it's a fine old thing
When the night is cold and low
This is a Dollar   Bill beat

[Verse 1]
             D   | - - - - | - -      - E   | - - - - |
| - -      - F#m | - - - - | - F#sus2 - F#m | - - - - |
| - B7sus4 - D   | - - - - | - -      - E   | - - - - |
| - -      - F#m | - - - - | - F#sus2 - F#m | - - - - |
| - B7sus4 - D   | - - - - | - -      - E   | - - - - |
| - -      - F#m | - - - - | - -      - -   | - - - - |
| - -      - F#m | - - - - | - -      -

Was it the money that made me a savage?
Poppin' them Percs and I made it a habit
Totin' them pistols and serving them addicts
That was exciting to me,
I'm so excited to be
Started with nothin',
we had to inspire to be
Niggas ain't flyer than me,
I'm getting to    it
Feel like the man, I got the plan
I call the shooters,
they hop out the van
Play with the squad,
get popped like a Xan
Pop like a Perc, I'm goin' ham
I'm goin' crazy on niggas,
too wavy for niggas
Do magic like alakazam
I'm in the kitchen compressin' a birdie
Take out a nine and I sell it for thirty
Then straight to the jeweler,
I'm bustin a Rollie
To light up the city like Meechie o three
I got the plug, he send 'em OT
Don't know these niggas,
these niggas know me
Even old niggas, they call me OG
Young nigga but I put it down
We was on it when it weren't 'round
All of sudden niggas wanna come around
Stay over there, my G

[Chorus]
                                   D | - - - E |
| - -      - F#m | - - - - | - - - - | - - - - |
| - B7sus4 - F#m | - - - D | - - - E | - - - - |
| - -      - F#m | - - - - | - - - D | - - - E |
| - -      - F#m | - - - - | - - - - | - - - - |
| - B7sus4 -

Do me one favor, take a few steps back
And look at yourself
Matter fact,
take yourself outside your body
And then look at yourself
And   see how you playing yourself,
nigga
Congratulations,
it's the motherfuckin' Chasers
You feel me?  We on it

[Verse 2]
             D   | - - - - | - -      - E   | - - - - |
| - -      - F#m | - - - - | - F#sus2 - F#m | - - - - |
| - B7sus4 - D   | - - - - | - -      - E   | - - - - |
| - -      - F#m | - - - - | - F#sus2 - F#m | - - - - |
| - B7sus4 - D   | - - - - | - -      - E   | - - - - |
| - -      - F#m | - - - - | - -      - -   | - - - - |
| - -      -

Gave you the plug
Try to be real with some niggas and put 'em on money
And show 'em some love
You did me a favor,
I knew you was sheisty
I knew you would show who you was
It's only a matter of time before niggas get lined
And hit with them slugs
Get found in a pool of your blood,      yeah,
nigga
'Member they told me that we would fail
'Member they said we would see a cell
Down with that semi like Cam Newton
I'm in the field like the NFL
Niggas is sick' and I wish em well
I made a wish  in a wishing well
I put a brick in a wishing well
Been through some shit  and I'm sick of jail
No disease but I'm sick of cells
Sick and tired of sending niggas mail
Calling niggas just to get a bail
I just seen a nigga get a L
Never coming home and minute on the phone
Sick and tired of seeing niggas fail
Sick and tired of seeing niggas lose
Sinning like we tryna get to hell

[Chorus]
             F#m | - - - - | - - - D | - - - E |
| - -      - F#m | - - - - | - - - - | - - - - |
| - B7sus4 - F#m | - - - D | - - - E | - - - - |
| - -      - F#m | - - - - | - - - D | - - - E |
| - -      - F#m | - - - - | - - - - | - - - - |
| - B7sus4 -

'Cause I'm back down on my own again
This is the blues I'm playing
Yes, it's a fine old thing
When the night is cold and low

[Outro]
        F#m | - - - D | - - - E | - - - - |
| - - - F#m |

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