Meltdown 创作者:
Travis Scott
Travis Scott

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调:G minor
Verse 1
Cm
Cm
Yeah
Ab
Ab
Tensions is definitely rising
Cm
Cm
T'd up right now
Ab
Ab
T time, T time
Gm
Gm
Cm
Cm
T time, T time, T time
Gm
Gm
Teatime like I got a cup of this shit
Verse 2
Cm
Cm
Tee time like golf at a quarter to six
Gm
Gm
I love to fuck on a regular bitch
Famous hoes lame
but they stay on my dick
Cm
Cm
Heard your new joint,
Gm
Gm
it's embarrassing, shit
You talk to the cops on some therapist shit
Cm
Cm
Gm
Gm
Ab
Ab
You act like you love this American shit
Gm
Gm
But really the truth is you scared
Cm
Cm
of the 6
Gm
Gm
Yeah, you're scared of the 6
Cm
Cm
Yeah, you're scared of the 6
Gm
Gm
Your bodyguard put in some
work on the fluke
Now you wanna go and inherit the shit
Cm
Cm
Gm
Gm
Don't talk to the boy 'bout
comparisons, shit
Or come to the boy on some arrogant shit
Cm
Cm
Gm
Gm
The weapons we got
are some terrorist shit
Cm
Cm
Like TV producers we, grr
Gm
Gm
We airing this shit
She askin' for bread for her parents and shit
Cm
Cm
Gm
Gm
I told her, "I don't got no cash"
And she said she gon' wait on a rack,
on some Arabic shit
Ab
Ab
I pull out a million and stare at the shit
Gm
Gm
My dick just got hard
'cause a wire just hit
My schedule's out,
come spin us, for real
Man, fuck all that spinnin'
the narrative shit
Cm
Cm
I melt down the chains that I
bought from your boss
Give a fuck about all of that heritage shit
Since V not around,
the members done hung up the Louis
Gm
Gm
They not even wearin' that shit
Cm
Cm
Don't come to the boy 'bout
repairing some shit
Don't come to the boy
about sparing some shit
You lucky that Vogue was suing
'Cause I would've been with the
Ab
Ab
Dm
Dm
Fm
Fm
Eb
Eb
Gm
Gm
Cm
Cm
Wassas in Paris and shit
Verse 3
Cm
Cm
Is you fuckin' crazy? Is
Ab
Ab
you fuckin' crazy?
Dm
Dm
Gm
Gm
Cm
Cm
And they scared of the seven
Gm
Gm
(seven)
After one- three then we turn
Cm
Cm
up eleven (yeah)
Keep this shit open like
Ab
Ab
7- Eleven (it's lit)
Cm
Cm
We at the house, I got seven in heaven
They think I'm satanic,
I keep me a reverend
Gm
Gm
Lil' shawty a therapist, poppin' her shit
She ushered my way then she
Ab
Ab
started confessing
Gm
Gm
I know what's at stake, I'm screamin',
"Free Jeffrey"
Cm
Cm
Connect collect calls right off of the celly
Gm
Gm
Gave her the blues,
not talkin' 'bout Belly
Cm
Cm
Don't keep it sincere, I go Makaveli
Gm
Gm
I got the juice,
Cm
Cm
now it's heavy (juice)
Gm
Gm
Always on T time,
Cm
Cm
Gm
Gm
Cm
Cm
been ready (T, ah), yeah
Is you fucking crazy? Is you f- (yeah, stoned,
let's go)
Wrappin' the cheese, wrap around me 'cause I've
Gm
Gm
got property (wrap, cheese, wrap)
Ab
Ab
Cm
Cm
Chocolate AP and chocolate the Vs (Vs), got
Ab
Ab
the Willy Wonkafactory (Vs)
Eb
Eb
Ab
Ab
Cm
Cm
Burn a athlete like it's calories, find another flame hot as me,
Ab
Ab
bitch
Interlude 1
Dm
Dm
Fm
Fm
Cm
Cm
Gm
Gm
Cm
Cm
Dm
Dm
Verse 4
Dm
Dm
(Ooh) Yeah,
is you fucking crazy? (Uh)
Is you fucking crazy? (What?)
Is you fucking crazy?
(Nah, nah)
Is you fucking crazy? Uh
Bb
Bb
Dm
Dm
Is you fucking crazy? (Nah)
Is you f- , is you f-
Is you fucking crazy?
Bb
Bb
Gm
Gm
I met these Texas boys and
Verse 5
Em
Em
Gm
Gm
ran it up a couple,
Dm
Dm
maybe (couple, maybe)
Gm
Gm
Swanging in the pickup truck, baby,
Dm
Dm
fuck Mercedes (fuck Mercedes)
Gm
Gm
I'll fuck a nigga bitch but she can't have
Am
Am
Dm
Dm
the baby (have the baby)
I'll shoot your ass in Walmart like
I'm DaBaby (in Walmart)
The boy going Lionel Messi,
I go Tom Brady (woo)
Used to wear the bust down back
in my old days (woo)
Now I let the chains hang,
you gotta tuck yours maybe (tuck it, tuck it)
Gm
Gm
Niggas talkin' Scarface,
Am
Am
Dm
Dm
I'm that in real life
Gm
Gm
Is you fucking crazy or what? Is you fucking
crazy? (Fuckin' crazy)
Dm
Dm
Man, the club ain't been the same since we
lost Mercedes (straight up)
Man, the clique ain't been the same since
they lost the greatest (nah, nah, nah)
We outside with the army,
so you need the- , uh
Them boys rollin' all brown like
they whippin' gravy
Make a circus outside like it's
Barnum's Bailey (it's lit)
Blicky hanging on my side,
it's like it's really banging (blicky, blicky, blicky)
She move her panties to the side,
she want it raw when faded (huh, huh, huh, huh)
Verse 6
Dm
Dm
Is you fucking crazy?
Is you fucking crazy?
Is you fucking crazy or what?
Is you fucking crazy? Uh
Is you fucking crazy or what?
Gm
Gm
Dm
Dm
Is you f- , is you fuckin'-
Outro 1
Is you fucking crazy?
Dm
Dm
Eb
Eb
Dm
Dm
Gm
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Dm
Dm
Gm
Gm
Eb
Eb
Gm
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