Dominic Fike - All Hands On Deck, аккорды

[Intro] C Cmaj7 C7 Am7 F Fm Mmm [Verse] C Cmaj7 I want your germs C7 Am7 Sick is a word F Fm Death is a state of mind C Cmaj7 Like time C7 Am7 But I'm not, I'm real F At least I think Fm Dare I say C You know cash is king out west Cmaj7 And mattresses open up as often as bugs land on bums C7 Hands on All hands on deck Am7 We all dyin' out here F But I smile out here in the face of death Fm Funny how we all stuck but you can't connect C And everybody looks at you and breaks their neck And you can't get rest Cmaj7 You can't even get arrested 'cause we all doin' it "Hawk tuah", get famous C7 Hop to it, get sober Am7 Now do it, now do it motherfucker Man, you got a son F You gotta get to it fast, man You gotta run Fm You gotta come up with sum' You better come up with sum' C Some type of fund, some type of trust Cmaj7 But don’t nobody trust nobody, so what the fuck? C7 So try your hardest, you stale and starvin' Am7 Dyin' artist F You mailman, hotel front desk, workin' that same job Fm C Hopin' that same job pays off, but it don't make no difference Cmaj7 So make your livin', make your missus happy C7 Am7 Go down on her, don't fuck around on her F Fm I did, you see how that worked G G7 Can I get a "luya"? [Chorus] C Cmaj7 Breathing C7 Am7 I wanna help with your breathing Fm I wanna inhabit your safe zone (Safe zone) G C Ah, leaving Cmaj7 I think we’re better off leaving C7 Am7 I wanna travel ya' [Outro] F Fm G C Ooh C Cmaj7 C7 Am7 F Fm C