Rollin

C#m  A  F#m  B
        C#m  A  F#m  B
        C#m  A  F#m  B
        C#m  A  F#m  B

           C#m
I've been rollin' on the freeway
            A
I've been riding 85
           F#m
I've been thinking way too much
         B
And I'm way too gone to drive
        C#m
I got anger in my chest
        A
I got millions on my mind
         F#m
And you didn't fit the picture
        B
So I guess you weren't the vibe
C#m
I've been rollin' on the freeway
            A
I've been riding 85
           F#m
I've been thinking way too much
         B
And I'm way too gone to drive
        C#m
I got anger in my chest
        A
I got millions on my mind
         F#m
And you didn't fit the picture
        B
So I guess you weren't the vibe

C#m
L-O-V-E on my right leg,
C#m
that's Gucci (know what I'm sayin'?)
A
L-O-V-E on my main ho,
A
that's pucci (get what I'm sayin'?)
F#m
Caught a lil' jetlag but I'm golden, damn
B
We deserve Grammys and some Oscars, damn
C#m
They deserve wammys, they imposters
     A
I be rollin' with my project homies, it's a vibe
F#m
I just did some pills with the homie, it's a vibe
          B
Bend her over, switch sides, it's a vibe

C#m
I come through with strippers and some shottas
A
I gotta accept that I'm a monster
F#m
I pull up in several different options
     B
Not all, but most of 'em came topless
        C#m
I'll shatter your dreams with this cream I make
                A
Gotta be on codeine to think of shit I say
F#m
I can't feel my toes and ain't gon' fold up
B
I was in the parkin' lot when I rolled up

           C#m
I've been rollin' on the freeway
            A
I've been riding 85
           F#m
I've been thinking way too much
         B
And I'm way too gone to drive
        C#m
I got anger in my chest
        A
I got millions on my mind
         F#m
And you didn't fit the picture
        B
So I guess you weren't the vibe
C#m
I've been rollin' on the freeway
            A
I've been riding 85
           F#m
I've been thinking way too much
         B
And I'm way too gone to drive
        C#m
I got anger in my chest
        A
I got millions on my mind
         F#m
And you didn't fit the picture
        B
So I guess you weren't the vibe

C#m
Pluto
C#m
Gotta dig what I'm sayin'
C#m
Chanel draped on me, baby
A
Gotta dig what I'm sayin'
A
she look like she's sponsored by Mercedes
F#m
Dig what I'm sayin'
F#m
this cree cologne is on me, baby (you dig?)
B
Dig what I'm sayin'? I'm goin' hard (hard, yeah)
C#m
I pop up bubbly in your memory
A
You should be glad
A
I'm showin' you sympathy (show you sympathy)
F#m
I gave you, took you up out the gutter (out the gutter)
B
Ever let you go,
B
you gon' suffer (you gon' suffer from it)

C#m
I come through with strippers and some shottas
A
I gotta accept that I'm a monster
F#m
I pull up in several different options
     B
Not all, but most of 'em came topless
        C#m
I'll shatter your dreams with this cream I make
                A
Gotta be on codeine to think of shit I say
F#m
I can't feel my toes and ain't gon' fold up
B
I was in the parkin' lot when I rolled up
( C#m  A  F#m )

B                             C#m  A  F#m
Yeah, L.O.V.E. on my right leg
F#m                                     B
Nah Hendrix overload, dig what I'm sayin'?
C#m                      A
I feel like I should be giving up
F#m                     B
You can't leave this, it's too much
         C#m              A
But I'm tired of you leading me on, oh no
       F#m                       B
I don't like where this shit is going
     C#m                        A
You heart is stuck in all your apologies
F#m                        B
Gave you my all but you went off on me
C#m                    A
Keep your love, it doesn't feel the same
    F#m                            B
I hope it hurts you when you're hearin' my name

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