SWEET 创作者：
Brockhampton

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调：Bb minor

Verse 1
Em 
Stripped down to
my skin and my bones
C 
I love huskies but I feel like
Em 
a wolf (howl!)
G 
In a pack but I feel all alone
C 
I'm scatterbrained, man
Better offer the clone
Em 
G 
In  Tejas apartments with racist
Em 
(chronic) doin' weird shit
C 
Like, this'll make your
Em 
biopic (haha)
Rile 'em up, hit Zaxby's get
G 
Em 
the wing tings (yum)
Real quick bills still stacking to the
ceiling (uh-oh)
G 
Whatchu mean, it ain't working?
Em 
C 
(what?)
Whatchu mean, you ain't finding yourself?
Em 
(oh, I am, I'm trying)
G 
Whatchu mean, you ain't got no cash? (I got
Em 
C 
a little bit)
Whatchu mean? Whatchu mean?
Em 
Shouldn't your pockets be big just like a
G 
C 
fat chick? (uh-huh)
Shouldn't your mama be done paying the
house off? (I guess)
Em 
Shouldn't you have a real big ass
C 
ego? (no)
Bm 
Shouldn't these girls be flockin' just
C 
Em 
like seagulls? (e  h)

Verse 2
G 
Twistin' me up like licorice
C 
Bm 
C 
Think I need someone who can handle it
Em 
G 
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
C 
I  don't need nobody
Em 
tryna give me shit
G 
Twistin' me up like licorice
C 
Think I need someone who can handle it
Em 
G 
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna
Em 
give me shit

Verse 3
Em 
The original lick-splickety,
G 
higher than Yosemite
C 
Breaking the mold mentally,
master with no limiting
Em 
Mak ing 'em say "Ugh!",
G 
they worshiping our force viciously
C 
Watching the floor tip in your
Em 
temple of authenticity
Often they say I'm off it, I offer
my crossed empathy
C 
They forgot what we on,
I'll remind 'em with hostility
Em 
G 
Hot-diggity damn, damn,
everyone running scams
Em 
Gotta cover your clams and take
another glance
G 
Running a clinic, no scans,
Em 
ain't no one claimin' yo mans
C 
It's all pertaining to plan,
call me the architect
Em 
F# 
G 
Lap you in a UFO, I haven't started yet
F# 
Still gotta figure out exactly
Bm 
where to park it at
C 
Em 
Moses with the pen,
F# 
G 
C 
each line an ocean I can part it at

Interlude 1

But that's too deep

Verse 4
Em 
G 
Don't call me  stupid,
C 
Bm 
that ain't the way my name pronounced
Em 
G 
Don't call me Cupid,
C 
Em 
I got too many hoes right now
G 
Poolside in Houston
C 
Tryna see if Beyoncé will
take me for adoption
Em 
C 
G 
Broke ass rich, suburbs
C 
Bm 
A civilian shot in 3rd Ward,
Em 
we just by the fountain
G 
C 
This is Merlyn Wood, man
Everywhere I go is the Woodlands
Em 
G 
I need a Honey Butter,
C 
Em 
vodka in a Sprite can
G 
C 
When I'm in the Whataburger, all the
Em 
kids know who I am
G 
I need a Honey Butter,
Bm 
Em 
puttin' lean in my Sprite can

Verse 5
G 
Twistin' me up like licorice
C 
Think I need someone who can handle it
Em 
G 
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
C 
I  don't need nobody
Em 
tryna give me shit
G 
Twistin' me up like licorice
C 
Think I need someone who can handle it
Em 
G 
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
Bm 
Em 
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit

Verse 6
G 
I got a record but I'm clean as they come
C 
I'm Godzilla,
Bm 
when they see me they run
C 
G 
On 37th, used to run from the Bloods
C 
The undercovers gotta
duck when they come
Em 
G 
I moved out and in a couple of months
C 
I'ma be a pop star, they call me a thug
Em 
C 
I used to write raps on
Em 
the back of the bus
Now I'm in the front seat
shifting the gears

Verse 7
Em 
G 
It's funny how things can change
C 
Three hundred dollars to my name,
led to Hollywood
Em 
G 
I was living off Ramen and change
C 
Five hundred dollars on these dinners,
Em 
never have to pay
Growing up my teachers told me
C 
"You better get them grades up,
If you wanna finish high school"
Em 
"And after high school,
you better get a degree
C 
Em 
"'Cause it's a dog-eat-dog world, world, world,
you could live in the street"
G 
Flashback, I had my Walkman in
C 
the minivan
Listening to NSYNC, saw my
name on the CD
Bleach blond tips,
G 
C 
wanted to be JT
Wanted to do big things,
had to fulfill a dream
Em 
G 
One might say I was doomed
from the get-go
C 
But But those same people assume,
'cause they'll never know
Em 
What it's like to be called
to what's not set in stone
C 
G 
I am one with the ebb and flow,

Verse 8
that's all I know
Em 
G 
Twistin' me up like licorice
C 
Think I need someone who can handle it
Em 
G 
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
C 
I  don't need nobody
Em 
tryna give me shit
G 
Twistin' me up like licorice
C 
Think I need someone who can handle it
Em 
G 
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna
C 
give me shit

Verse 9
G 
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone
C 
who can handle it
G 
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna
C 
give me shit
G 
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone
C 
who can handle it
G 
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit