Frank Ocean

Frank Ocean

Nikes
Composição de (Christopher Breaux/Om'Mas Keith/Carl Palmer/Harry Palmer/Jeff Palmer)
Capo: 3


Intro: Eb  Gm  Cm  Cm7  x2 


verse 1 

                   Eb      Gm 
These bitches want Nikes 
                   Cm 
They looking for a check  
                 Cm7 
Tell em it ain't likely 
                Eb               Gm 
Said she need a ring like Carmelo 
                Cm               Cm7 
Must be on that white like Othello  
                Eb 
All you want is Nikes 
        Gm 
But the real ones  
     Cm 
Just like you  
     Cm7 
Just like me 
 Eb                        Gm 
I don't play, I don't make time 
           Cm                        Cm7 
But if you need dick I got you and I yam from the line 
            Eb 
Pour up for A$AP 
    Gm 
RIP Pimp C 
    Cm                            Cm7 
RIP Trayvon, that nigga look just like me 
Eb      Gm 
  Woo, fuckin' buzzin', woo! 
Cm                                       Cm7     
  That my little cousin, he got a little trade 
                  Eb 
His girl keep the scales, a little mermaid 
              Gm 
We out by the pool, some little mermaids 
            Cm 
Me and them gel, like twigs with them bangs 
Cm7 
Now that's a real mermaid 
                      Eb 
You been holding your breath 
        Gm 
Weighted down 
     Cm              Cm7 
Punk madre, punk papa 
         Eb 
He don't care for me 
        Gm 
But who cares for me 
           Cm         Cm7 
And that's good enough 
         Eb 
We don't talk much or nothin' 
            Gm 
But when we talkin' about something 
        Cm        Cm7 
We have good discussion 
          Eb                                    Gm 
I met his friends last week, feels like they're up to something 
        Cm        Cm7 
That's good for us 


(Then this acoustic riff comes in and plays until the end):
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verse 2 Eb Gm We'll let you guys prophesy Cm We'll let you guys prophesy Cm7 We gon' see the future first Eb We'll let you guys prophesy We gon' see the future first Gm Living so the last night feels like a past life Cm Speaking of the, don't know what got into people Devil be possessin homies, Demons try to body jump Cm7 Why you think I'm in this bitch wearing a fucking Yarmulke? Eb Acid on me like the rain Weed crumbles in the glitter Gm Rain, glitter Cm We laid out on this wet floor Away turf, no Astro Cm7 Mesmerized how the strobes glow Look at all the people feet dance Eb I know that your nigga came with you Gm But he ain't with you Cm We only human and it's humid in these Balmains I mean my balls sticking in my jeans Cm7 We breathin pheremones, Amber Rose Sippin' pink-gold lemonades, feelin' Eb Gm I may be younger but I'll look after you Cm Cm7 We're not in love, but I'll make love to you Eb Gm When you're not here I'll save some for you Cm Cm7 I'm not him but I'll mean something to you Eb Gm I'll mean something to you Cm Cm7 I'll mean something to you Eb Gm You got a roommate he'll hear what we do Cm Cm7 It's only awkward if you're fucking him too

Enviado por: Terrance Schmitz

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