Аккорды к песне ​Palaye Royale — No love in LA

F#m           D 
Livin' in the moonlight 
        C#                   F#m 
Lookin' at the hills, but the hills don't shine right 
                       D 
Lookin' at her nose, but the shit don't blow right 
C# 
Gesundheit 
 F#m 
Your mom says 
                        D 
"You can change your face, but the pain won't         Go away" 
        C#               F#m 
Addicted to the fame, but the fame is momentarily 
  
Reality 
  
  
[Pre-Chorus] 
 D           C#      F#m 
The creeps are crawling up to the doorways 
   D         C#          F#m 
They're dying to find out what's inside 
 D           C#         F#m 
The creeps are always posting their photos 
N.C. 
To show off what they're lacking inside 
  
  
[Chorus] 
         D*               C#*      F#m* A* 
There is no such thing as love in LA 
        D*               C#*         F#m* A* 
Plastic people don't got nothing to say 
        D*              C#* 
They're judging me, I'm judging you 
   F#m*              A* 
We ain't got nothing else to do 
D* C#*                 F#m 
Thеre's no such thing as love in LA 
  
  
[Verse 2] 
       D      C# 
Livin' on Melrosе in motel rooms 
F#m 
Up all night drinkin' 'til the day shows 
     D          C# 
With the B-list and the C-list 
    F#m 
And the demons comin' 'til I see shit 
  D 
On a private jet 
C#         F#m 
But you can't afford your rent 
          D 
Gettin' high with fake friends 
   C#         F#m 
'Cause that's all you got 
  
  
[Pre-Chorus] 
 D           C#      F#m 
The creeps are crawling up to the doorways 
   D         C#          F#m 
They're dying to find out what's inside 
 D           C#         F#m 
The creeps are always posting their photos 
N.C. 
To show off what they're lacking inside 
  
  
[Chorus] 
         D*               C#*      F#m* A* 
There is no such thing as love in LA 
        D*               C#*         F#m* A* 
Plastic people don't got nothing to say 
        D*              C#* 
They're judging me, I'm judging you 
   F#m*              A* 
We ain't got nothing else to do 
D* C#*                 F#m 
Thеre's no such thing as love in LA 
  
  
[Bridge] 
A          C# 
I'm late for my own premiere 
A       C# 
Maybe I should leave, my dear 
D         C# 
I don't feel a thing out here 
       Hm*                                C#* 
But it seems to me that the demons of the city 
N.C.        C# F#m 
Wanna keep me here 
A 
They wanna keep me 
D C# F#m A 
 heeeeeeeeeere 
  
  
[Chorus] 
    D          C#      F#m A 
There is no such thing as love in LA 
   D          C#        F#m A 
Plastic people don't got nothing to say 
   D           C# 
They're judging me, I'm judging you 
F#m             A 
We ain't got nothing else to do 
    D          C#      F#m 
Thеre's no such thing as love in LA 
    D          C#      F#m A 
There is no such thing as love in LA 
         D          C# N.C. 
I said there's no such thing as love in LA