Rehab Winter In Paris Brent Faiyaz

Rehab Winter In Paris

Brent Faiyaz

Patrick

140
0:00 2:47
Accordage Standard (E A D G B E)
Signature rythmique 4/4
Tonalité: Am
Capo:
Sans capo
Rythmique 1

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Paroles

[Intro]
| Am9 | - | - | - |
| -   | - | - | - |

[Verse 1]
      Am9
I got too many hoes
But they ain't you
You like to put that shit in your nose
But I still love you
Be doing shit that nobody knows
In the streets,
they be thinkin' you a lady
But at home
You a motherfuckin' porn star,
I swear to God

[Chorus]
             Am9
If you ain't nasty, don't at me
I been workin' all day
I like to run the streets 'til it's dark out and then come
home and blow your back out
I hope that's okay
I can't leave you alone, 'lone, 'lone
Not for no twentyfour hours
         Am9
All damn day

[Verse 2]
Am9
Lately I been thinkin' 'bout us
You as real as they come
But you would rather be on them drugs
And I would rather hang with my thugs
Fuckin' with you been drainin' me out,
you know that?
But you blow that well,
where that throat at?
You better kiss it before I go
                Fmaj7
If you ain't nasty,  don't at me

[Chorus]
          D7sus2
I been workin'  all day
              Am9
I like to run the streets 'til it's dark out and then come
home and blow your back out
I hope that's okay
I can't leave you alone, 'lone, 'lone
All damn day
Fmaj7
     About us, about us, about us
D7sus2      Am9
      Drugs,   the drugs, the drugs
All damn day

[Outro]
Fmaj7 D7sus2 Am9
                Cool

Mesures

[Intro]
| Am9 | - | - | - |
| -   | - | - | - |

[Verse 1]
| Am9 | - | - | - |
| -   | - | - | - |

I got too many hoes
But they ain't you
You like to put that shit in your nose
But I still love you
Be doing shit that nobody knows
In the streets,
they be thinkin' you a lady
But at home
You a motherfuckin' porn star,
I swear to God

[Chorus]
| Am9 | - | -   | - |
| -   | - | Am9 | - |

If you ain't nasty, don't at me
I been workin' all day
I like to run the streets 'til it's dark out and then come
home and blow your back out
I hope that's okay
I can't leave you alone, 'lone, 'lone
Not for no twentyfour hours
All damn day

[Verse 2]
| Am9   | - | - | - |
| -     | - | - | - |
| Fmaj7 |

Lately I been thinkin' 'bout us
You as real as they come
But you would rather be on them drugs
And I would rather hang with my thugs
Fuckin' with you been drainin' me out,
you know that?
But you blow that well,
where that throat at?
You better kiss it before I go
If you ain't nasty,  don't at me

[Chorus]
        | D7sus2 | Am9 | - |
| -     | -      | -   | - |
| Fmaj7 | D7sus2 | Am9 | - |
| -     | -      | -   | - |

I been workin'  all day
I like to run the streets 'til it's dark out and then come
home and blow your back out
I hope that's okay
I can't leave you alone, 'lone, 'lone
All damn day
About us, about us, about us
Drugs,   the drugs, the drugs
All damn day

[Outro]
| Fmaj7 | D7sus2 | Am9 |

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