Аккорды к песне ​Chris Webby — Playground

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whole song:  Gm Cm Gm Cm Gm Cm 
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[Verse 1] 
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Uh- yeah I'm raising up a riot 
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Anxiously been waiting, I've been patient, I've been quiet 
       Gm 
Now it's time to break the silence 
       Cm 
As we take this series way beyond the pilot 
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Feeling like David an I'm aiming at Goliath 
 
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Any weight class, any damn one, any fake ass 
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Wanna be rapmaster smashed in my cage match 
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Stick a fork in 'em, like a haystack 
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Butane gas and match to make a flame catch 
 
Burn 'em all down to ash, like a pound of hash 'til I get a brain lapse 
Yeah they know I started from the bottom where the flounders at 
Now I'm a shark, all you fishies will be down to hatch 
I'm eating anybody, everybody on the food chain below me 
So come and see, I produce pain 
Rich motherfucker feeling like I'm Bruce Wayne 
Yeah I got the juice, I'mma prolly leave a few stains 
Liu Kang with the dragon made of fire 
Fatality any fighter who be thinking that they're nicer 
I got the eye of the tiger, the rowdiest kinda writer 
Who be stacking all this dough 
Like Moderna, Johnson-Johnson and Pfizer 
But what I'm pushing doesn't come with side effects 
Other than banging your head to the beat, til you break your neck 
Yeah I write hot bars, write/right hooks and write checks 
And your tombstone's what I write next 
Motherfucker tell 'em 
 
 
[Chorus] 
The whole word is my playground 
Gotta give 'em a show-ow (oh) 
And if you're get in my way now 
I'mma make 'em [?] (oh) 
I got fuel in my gas tank 
Never run low-ow (oh) 
And once I get my hands on this shit I'mma 
I'mma never let go-oh (oh) 
 
[Verse 2] 
Woah let me get my hands on it and ramble some shit quick 
So the fans will click and like and reshare the clips 
So analytically 
They can see I'm the man with this 
I'll [?] rip and tear, til I make it trough 
From the underground scene to the paperview 
Peekaboo all of you better take a few steps back, a head's cracked 
Say I'm crazy? true 
We know [?] since way back, the facts the facts are back, relax 
Maybe Go and grab a snack 
As I get the microphone and spit a savage rap 
Blow the world up and bask in the aftermath 
Yeah the price going up, like it's after tax 
My capital gain range as I amass a cash 
No matter, anyway you're looking at it as 
I'm big buck hunter, hitting racks on racks 
Got a crib full of arcade games and clusters 
Shit is looking like I'm living in a Dave & Buster's 
Centipede, Pacman, Rampage, MK, wanna play? 
Then I [?] and bring the thunder 
But I've heard some of these artists complaining 
About how these streaming services suck and they're barely paying 
I guess them and their labels got a different arrangement 
Staying independent's paying off, ain't it? 
Tell 'em like 
 
 
[Chorus] 
The whole word is my playground 
Gotta give 'em a show-ow (oh) 
And if you're get in my way now 
I'mma make 'em [?] (oh) 
I got fuel in my gas tank 
Never run low-ow (oh) 
And once I get my hands on this shit I'mma 
I'mma never let go-oh (oh)