Chick 的简化版吉他和弦，作者为 Brockhampton

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吉他

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Verse 1

Why you look like that? (He looks

crazy as fuck)

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He look crazy as hell

But he dress well (oh my god)

Why his face look puff?

Why he look like that?

(You look like a)

Why your hair like that? (Like a chipmunk

or something)

Why your teeth like that?

(Or like a prairie dog)

Why your cheeks like that?

Verse 2

I got this shitty moustache,

and a new haircut

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Short but tall enough to ride every

ride so it's fair enough

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Teeth crooked but my breath

fresh just like the evergreens

My attitude is bit like,

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a psys- fuck

He means psychopath

I bet the marble feel good

on your bare foot

I'm in the backyard hidin'

out like I'm bigfoot

And I won't cater to you

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Yeah I am not Carrabba's, and

I ain't taking orders

Here for the loot, and to inspire some of you

To do what you do despite all

the "Fuck you's"

'Cause they shit on your shit,

stab you right in the back

'Til you're shittin' on the toilet

with Grammys in your lap

Niggas talk a lot of shit

Verse 3

in a safe place

Aiming with they keyboard,

they shootin' uppercase

I'm bookin' tour dates,

money in the suitcase

Commander and the chief like,

Barack Hussein

Same nigga, two names,

I am onto new things

Flyin' out of Houston,

lemme say a few things

I don't give a fuck about

you or your screen name

I'ma be a star even if

I say the same things

'Cause them same things keep

me on the wavelengths

I drop another verse and you gon'

have to pay me

Glock with no safety,

seen niggas on the pavement

Over gang affiliations,

guns with extensions

Seen niggas get anxious,

all these internet gangstas

I'm runnin' outta patience,

nigga, stick to your day shift

And watch what you're sayin',

and please keep prayin'

'Cause niggas talk big 'til

that price on their head

Verse 4

I feel the voices always drown out all

the noise in the room

They don't employ you for your purpose,

they just need a platoon

Another number in a line

ready to march in the tombs

I ain't the one to assume,

I put the coon in tycoon

We colonizing the moon,

I see you look to the sky

And start to wish it was you,

sometimes I wish I was me

Sometimes I'm watchin' my life

I'm dissociated from what

eats my heart up at night

F#m

Sleep on a cloud of my strife

I ain't afraid of the heights,

they all afraid to appall

I'm just afraid of excitement

being a trip to the mall

I need a summer to fall,

I need a winter to spring

Got all these seasons within me,

building a story to sing

Don't need a dollar and a dream,

I need a billion and facts

I need a trillion in wealth,

y'all niggas need to relax

I wanna build up the culture,

they wanna dream in the trap

I took the zoom off my lens and

I saw the world in my lap

Verse 5

I'm not tryna be like you,

when I grow, money in the bag

Keep the sand in the bag,

all my niggas in the bag

I'm not tryna be like you,

when I grow, money in the bag

Keep the sand in the bag,

all my niggas in the bag

I'm not tryna be like you,

Baug

when I grow, money in the bag

Baug

Keep the sand in the bag,

all my niggas in the bag

Baug