Аккорды к песне ​Jack Harlow — State Fair

 
[Intro] 
Dm  Em 
……. 
 
[Verse 1] 
Dm 
My pet peeve is a camera in my face 
Have you ever heard of personal space? 
  Em 
I walk around town in a hoodie and some shades 
But now they startin’ to recognize the shades 
Dm 
Even if you hate me, you would trade 
You would live this life too ’cause I got it made 
   Em 
I like my bed made, soon enough, I’ll have a maid 
When I buy a house, every surface gon’ be suede 
Dm 
 But for now, I got a concierge downstairs 
All my neighbors are gray-haired 
Em 
They don’t recognize me and I don’t think they care 
                           Dm 
But my Postmates can’t believe that I stay here (****) 
I wanna  Go back to Kentucky and shut down the state fair 
                 Em 
Visit my old teachers and tell ’em to take care 
I might take a whip instead of payin’ the plane fare 
            Dm 
I still remember the way there 
Ain’t a girl in my hometown I can’t have now 
  Em 
Buy a building in cash, ain’t puttin’ half down 
The hate used to get to me, I just laugh now 
Dm 
..Yeah, they ******’ with Jack now 
 
Look how they act now 
 
Look how they act now 
       Em 
Look how they act now 
Look how they act now 
                        Dm Em 
They ******’ with Jack now, they ******’ with-….. 
Mmm, pshh 
 
[Verse 2] 
Dm 
 Baby, I’m comin’ home, I know the kids miss me 
I need some time with my friends to sip whiskey 
Em 
 I spent the last twelve months locked in 
But tonight, I’m content with existing 
Dm 
2015, we was on that Pen Griffey 
I wanted what he had, but the shoes didn’t fit me 
Em 
Now the city with me and I got the kids listening 
And I’m a smooth operator by instinct 
Dm 
Word to Sade, walkin’ ’round broad day 
Like hey, with the windows down, I’m on Broadway 
  Em 
And it was just a day ago, I was in Daygo like the **** Padres 
                        Em 
Now I’m at my grandparents’ lettin’ my grandpa say 
What he wants to say     
‘Cause nowadays, I’m in the paper once a day 
       Am 
And it ain’t always positive, it’s a bunch of things                         
But **** it, man, I done graduated from younger days 
Dm 
And if I ain’t runnin’ things, soon, I’ll be runnin’ things 
I’m an artist, man, you just make fun of things 
Em 
 I’m the hardest, man, y’all don’t know what to say 
This album’s a museum, so please don’t touch a thing 
Dm 
 It’s okay to give me props, don’t make it such a pain 
Em 
 It’s okay to give me top, don’t make it such a thing 
F 
 Don’t get offended if we met and I say, “What’s your name?” 
G 
 I been flyin’ ’round the country for three hundred days 
Am 
 But I ain’t ’bout to justify how I adjust to fame 
C 
 **** the fame, from the jump, we ain’t been cut the same 
Dm 
 I got so much, but I still think about what’s unobtained 
Never been the type for wantin’ things 
A    Dm 
I want power (I want power) 
     C 
I want my life to speed up a couple miles per hour 
Dm 
 I want my dogs to know that this **** is ours 
                   Am 
I want respect, I don’t want flowers 
          C 
I know they gon’ quote this 
                       Dm 
The flow don’t make no sense, the pocket is potent 
It used to be potential, but now it’s some grown **** 
                                   Am 
****, that boy floatin’, he treat them beats like they oceans 
                    C 
All these people wanna greet like we old friends 
                           Dm 
I ain’t holdin’ back, tell the media, “Hold this”                                  
I know I said I miss you, but I secretly don’t miss 
                      Am 
I got stories and I’m bringin’ ’em home with me 
C    Dm 
(Gangsta)