Chicago Freestyle

{Chord Rhythm} 

 1    &    2    &    3    &   4    & 
{C#m7}           C#m7               A    
                                       
{A}                                C#m7} 
{C#m7}                E7            A    
{A}                   F#                 


[Verso 1]
 
C#m7                                        A 
Heartbreak Hotel, it run up, I can't stop it 
                            E                 C#m7 
Dont chase her, she got me runnin' like a faucet 
                         E7               A 
Or a politician, all the money in my wallet 
                       F# 
Or a scared kid from a house that is haunted 
C#m7                               A 
She so caramel, she got me salted (Ayy) 
                                           C#m7 
I'm just like my pops cause I'm exhausted (Ayy) 
                                     E7                   A 
I'm just like my pops, man, fuck the cops, man, I'm a sovereign 
                           F# 
I'm a dead man, she got me digging up my coffin 
C#m7                                      A 
On the after hour, on the weekend do that often 
                                           C#m7 
And my cup filled like a cauldron, it's awesome 
                         E7 
I destroy my body, it's alarmin' 
    A 
Not false, causing arson 
               F#                    C#m7 
The bigger you are is the bigger you fallin 
                          A 
Shitty advance to a nigga wan artist 
                                C#m7 
Flex when I talk, I'm the hottest, Im positive 
            E7            A 
And the seatbelt on my neck, yeah, it's knotted 
   F#                                     C#m7 
In Chicago with my friends, a nigga hella nauseous 
                            A 
We just did a set at a house party, LOSSLESS 
                                     C#m7 
Baby, if I fall, do you got me like a harness? 
               E7                  A 
Do you see the passion? "Oh, Matt, he is the darndest" 
            F#                   C#m7 
Lyin' in my bed like I cannot be honest 
                                          A 
Pops always told me death is always 'fore dishonor 
                                        C#m7 
Ive been outside just like a nigga is a farmer 
         E7          A 
Arm & Hammer under my Under Armour 
      F#                         C#m7 
I'm a geeker, I'm a coper, I'm a harmer 
                            A 
Shinin' golden, mixin' shit, Arnold Palmer 
                                   C#m7    E7    A 
Hide my face, you can't find me, Unabomber (Phew, ayy) 
              F#                            D#m7 
Hide my fuckin' face, you can't find me, Unabom 
 

Outro 
D#m7             
Either way, I'm wrong 
C#              D#m7 
Nobody sees the road out here 
  F#7                        G#7 
I couldn't, the weather, the storm 
N.C. 
So