Gucci Mane Jessie Murph

Gucci Mane

Jessie Murph

Virginia

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Accordatura Standard (E A D G B E)
Tempo 4/4
Tonalità: Cm
Capotasto:
3° tasto
Ritmica 1

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Testo

[Intro]
Am Am                             G/B
   I'm from Alabama, I'm 'bout 4'11
     C
I've got a shitty father and I'd like to go to Heaven
  G
Internally,
I'm scrappy but I'm afraid to fight
     F
I prefer to keep my hoops in so I stay in at night
     Am
They tell me not to falter,
                    G/B
to tell 'em who I am
    C
But I'm not fucking sure,
I know I love shitty men
     G
They normally contribute to the state that I'm in
     F
This place that I'm in,
this fucking state that I'm in
Am
Sometimes in the morning,
                        G/B
I feel bad when I get up
         C
And I'll look around my house,
and I'll look at all the stuff
  G
I get to feeling guilty and I think about my mom
        F
I'm the first one in my family to see a million bucks

[Chorus]
 Am   G/B              C
No, I don't wanna talk about it
                        G
I'd rather write my way around it
                           F
'Cause I don't wanna talk about it
 Am   G/B                C
No, I don't like the way it sounded
                        G
And I don't know no one around here
                        F
And I don't wanna talk about it
                    Am
I don't wanna talk about it

[Verse 1]
    Am                                           G/B
I'm not much of a cooker but I like to make my pasta
  C
I throw it in the pot and I mix it with the thought of
losing
G
All I've ever had,
losing all I've ever fought for
    F
And then I get high and I wonder what it's all for
        Am                                                 G/B
I write songs about my father and the fucked up shit he did
      C
But I take one out the chamber 'cause I'm learning to
forgive
        G
I would rather not throw him right up under the bus
         F
Though I used to wish someday that he'd get hit by that bus

[Pre-Chorus]
        Am                                      G/B
I would like to not be bitter and not take that back
    C
And I prefer it sweet but still I take my coffee black
         G
And it's four in the morning and I wake up in a sweat
    F
Paranoid that someone's there,
it's only ever just the wind

[Chorus]
 Am   G/B              C
No, I don't wanna talk about it
                        G
I'd rather write my way around it
                           F
'Cause I don't wanna talk about it
 Am        G/B                C
No, I don't   like the way it sounded
                         G
And I don't know no one around here
                      F
And I don't wanna talk about it

[Outro]
Am                                                 G/B
So now that I'm twenty and I'm trying to figure out
         C
What the hell to do with love and what the hell to do
without
  G
I walk in with my head high,
I feel like a tall child
  F
I sampled Lemonade and made Gucci Mane proud

Battute

[Intro]
| Am - - - | Am - - G/B | C - - - | G - - - |
| F  - - - | Am - - G/B | C - - - | G - - - |
| F  - - - | Am - - G/B | C - - - | G - - - |
| F  - - - |

I'm from Alabama, I'm 'bout 4'11
I've got a shitty father and I'd like to go to Heaven
Internally,
I'm scrappy but I'm afraid to fight
I prefer to keep my hoops in so I stay in at night
They tell me not to falter,
to tell 'em who I am
But I'm not fucking sure,
I know I love shitty men
They normally contribute to the state that I'm in
This place that I'm in,
this fucking state that I'm in
Sometimes in the morning,
I feel bad when I get up
And I'll look around my house,
and I'll look at all the stuff
I get to feeling guilty and I think about my mom
I'm the first one in my family to see a million bucks

[Chorus]
          | Am - - G/B | C - - - | G - - - |
| F - - - | Am - - G/B | C - - - | G - - - |
| F - - - | Am - - -   |

No, I don't wanna talk about it
I'd rather write my way around it
'Cause I don't wanna talk about it
No, I don't like the way it sounded
And I don't know no one around here
And I don't wanna talk about it
I don't wanna talk about it

[Verse 1]
                    | Am - - G/B | C - - - |
| G - - - | F - - - | Am - - G/B | C - - - |
| G - - - | F - - - |

I'm not much of a cooker but I like to make my pasta
I throw it in the pot and I mix it with the thought of
losing
All I've ever had,
losing all I've ever fought for
And then I get high and I wonder what it's all for
I write songs about my father and the fucked up shit he did
But I take one out the chamber 'cause I'm learning to
forgive
I would rather not throw him right up under the bus
Though I used to wish someday that he'd get hit by that bus

[Pre-Chorus]
                    | Am - - G/B | C - - - |
| G - - - | F - - - |

I would like to not be bitter and not take that back
And I prefer it sweet but still I take my coffee black
And it's four in the morning and I wake up in a sweat
Paranoid that someone's there,
it's only ever just the wind

[Chorus]
                    | Am - - G/B | C - - - |
| G - - - | F - - - | Am - - G/B | C - - - |
| G - - - | F - - - |

No, I don't wanna talk about it
I'd rather write my way around it
'Cause I don't wanna talk about it
No, I don't   like the way it sounded
And I don't know no one around here
And I don't wanna talk about it

[Outro]
                    | Am - - G/B | C - - - |
| G - - - | F - - - |

So now that I'm twenty and I'm trying to figure out
What the hell to do with love and what the hell to do
without
I walk in with my head high,
I feel like a tall child
I sampled Lemonade and made Gucci Mane proud

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