100 gecs - 757, аккорды

Вступление [Intro] Ab G Cm Fm Ab G Cm Fm [Chorus] Ab G Seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven Cm Fm I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon Ab G Yeah, it's seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven Cm Fm I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon, yeah [Verse 1] Ab G Seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven Cm Fm I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon Ab G I got problems with my spending, all these horses in my engine Cm Fm Doing eighty in a thirty, but I'm never in a hurry Ab G Screaming, "La-di-da-di-da-di, all I wanna do is party" Cm Fm Drinkin' bottles of Moscato, takin' pictures with a model Ab G Stayin' up until the morning, wish that I was more discerning Cm Fm Goin' wild like coyote, where's the water? Something's burnin', yeah [Chorus] Ab G Seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven Cm Fm I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon Ab G Yeah, it's seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven Cm Fm I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon, yeah [Verse 2] Ab G Cm Blow out the blunt smoke, sound of the shotgun Fm Ab I wanted smoke so I went out and I got some Ab G Cm Live in dog years and I feel twenty-six Fm Ab Yeah, I'm old bitch but I learn new tricks Ab G Cm Better learn quick or end up like green bricks Fm Ab You say you smoke real trees, they look like little sticks Ab G Cm Fm We don't smoke trees, we smoke tree sized dicks, uhhhh [Chorus] Ab G Seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven Cm Fm I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon Ab G Yeah, it's seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven Cm Fm I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon, yeah [Outro] Bb C Dm Bb C Dm F Bb C Dm Bb C Dm F Bb C Dm Bb I smell the trees when I'm in Colorado, interior gas station McDonald's Bb C Dm F Bb I left my cell phone dead at the house, I see the stars when the sun goes down Bb C Dm F Bb Somebody's making money off of my problems, the way that you're talking, you'd better wear a condom Bb C Dm C Bb I smell cowards and sons of a bitch, everything quick all smells like shit Bb C Dm Bb I smell the trees when I'm in Colorado, interior gas station McDonald's Bb C Dm C F I left my cell phone dead at the house, I see the stars when the sun goes down