Empty Juice WRLD

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Juice WRLD

ChordCrusher

84
0:00 4:05
Accordage Standard (E A D G B E)
Signature rythmique 4/4
Tonalité: Am
Capo:
Sans capo
Rythmique 1

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[Intro]
Fmaj7 Am G Fmaj7
Am G

[Chorus]
Fmaj7                Am
     From the unknown
I ran away,
              G               Fmaj7
I don't think I'm coming back home
                         Am
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Like a crawlspace,
       G            Fmaj7
it's a dark place I roam
Ain't no right way,
                     Am
just the wrong way I know
                G         Fmaj7
I problem solve with Styrofoam 
                                 Am
My world revolves around a black hole The same black hole
      G
that's
               Fmaj7
in place of my soul, uh
                 Am
Empty, I feel so goddamn empty
G        Fmaj7
I may go rogue
Don't tempt me,
           Am             G
big bullet holes Tote semi
  Fmaj7
autos  

[Verse 1]
Huh, yeah
I'm keepin' it real, real
    Am
I'm keepin' it real, uh, yeah
     G
Life gets tough,
        Fmaj7
shit is getting real (Yeah)
I don't know how to feel
           Am
Swallowing all these pills
             G
Numb my real feels, uh
      Fmaj7
Devil standing here
Tryna' make a deal, uh
            Am
It ain't no deals
                                    G
Feel like I'm going crazy but still took a lot to get me
Fmaj7
here
Losing my sanity up in a house in the hills, hills,
hills
Am
I ain't have anything then and I still don't have anything
G                   Fmaj7
still, still, still,     uh
Bein' me, I rock, PnB
Am                        G
These hoes actin' like gossip, TMZ
Fmaj7
These drugs acting like
Mosh pits squishing me
Am                G            Fmaj7
Oh my, oh me, how they kill me slowly
                       Am
Lonely, I been gettin' no peace
         G        Fmaj7
OD, feel like overdosing
                               Am
Low key I been looking for the signs
                   G                Fmaj7
But all I can find is a sign of the times

[Chorus]
                Am
From the unknown
I ran away,
              G               Fmaj7
I don't think I'm coming back home
                         Am
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Like a crawlspace,
       G            Fmaj7
it's a dark place I roam
Ain't no right way,
                     Am
just the wrong way I know
                G         Fmaj7
I problem solve with Styrofoam 
                                 Am
My world revolves around a black hole The same black hole
      G
that's
               Fmaj7
in place of my soul, uh
                 Am
Empty, I feel so goddamn empty
G        Fmaj7
I may go rogue
Don't tempt me,
           Am             G
big bullet holes Tote semi
  Fmaj7
autos  

[Verse 2]
I ain't suicidal
           Am                 G    Fmaj7
Only thing suicide is suicide doors
                  Am
Fight for survival
Gotta keep hope up,
G                 Fmaj7
rolling good dope up   (Uh)
                              Am
Hold my hand, through hell we go
Don't look back,
   G                 Fmaj7
it ain't the past no more
Gonna get to the racks,
                     Am
all them niggas want war
Yeah,
               G                     Fmaj7
I was put here to lead the lost souls
                              Am
Exhale depression as the wind blows
                   G            Fmaj7
These are the laws of livin' in vogue
We're perfectly imperfect children
     Am
Rose from the dust,
                 G
all of us are on a mission
      Fmaj7
Never gave a fuck,
really came from rags to riches
       Am
Now we live it up,
                        G
driving with the rooftop missin'
        Fmaj7
I don't give a fuck,
really came from rags to riches
      Am
Now I live it up,
                     G          Fmaj7
driving with the rooftop missin'

[Chorus]
                Am
From the unknown
I ran away,
              G               Fmaj7
I don't think I'm coming back home
                         Am
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Like a crawlspace,
       G            Fmaj7
it's a dark place I roam
Ain't no right way,
                     Am
just the wrong way I know
                G         Fmaj7
I problem solve with Styrofoam 
                                 Am
My world revolves around a black hole The same black hole
      G
that's
               Fmaj7
in place of my soul, uh
                 Am
Empty, I feel so goddamn empty
G        Fmaj7
I may go rogue
Don't tempt me,
           Am             G
big bullet holes Tote semi

[Outro]
  Fmaj7 Am G Fmaj7 Am G Fmaj7 Am G
autos  

[Fade Out]
Fmaj7 Am G

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